I’m thinking of the body as a holy vessel. Something to be honored and cared for, not in the way of someone elses idea of beauty but as something sacred. I often either take my body for granted, or judge it for the things about it that seem imperfect to me.
This past year I started getting regular massages for the first time in my life. At first I was embarrassed about it, as if it was something only rich people do. During my first massage I felt guilty just lying there as if I should be participating in some way, but of course, I was participating. Sometimes to “do nothing” is the hardest thing to do.
Over the past few months, I’ve come to see massage as less about the physical body and more about the spiritual body. I’m not really sure what this means. I’ve had some powerful visions during massage (my streaming pillow Anointing the Goddess came from one) and have come to feel more worthy and like myself better because of it. Maybe it has to do with our connection to all living things. Don’t we have to love ourselves before we can love another?
I made My Body is Holy after I had a massage last week. I’m not sure where this is going, but I intend to continue on the path and find out.