‘Blessings’. . .need to remember these constantly

Blessings

So easy to forget. . .the blessings constantly showering down upon me; get caught up, with the physical limitations in my Earthly life  . . .which my eyes see, so clearly.

But if I stop for a moment, take a deep breath. . .I begin to feel my body

strange that I can move around without that awareness. . . .but I do, and often.

My body is my vehicle here. . .I couldn’t be here without it. . . .but a lot of the time I live in my head space. .. . ohhh she thinks she’s really clever.

The body’s a lot more silent. . .except when it wants my attention. . .then she’ll pull every trick in the book. .. to get my undivided focus.  But most of the time she just does her thing. . .keeping me alive. . .god, if I really understood what she does for me. . .I’d pranam to her every morning.

But no, I mostly take her for granted. . .until she puts on the brakes. . . .scre.e.e.e.e.ch down with the foot and a strong hand on the handbrake . . ..”You’re not listening . . .” she says in a much louder voice than normal.

You see she has to raise her voice at times, ’cause ‘upstairs’ has the sound on a thousand decibels. . .it drowns out every sound in miles. . .now her throat is hoarse and aching.

She’s my best friend. . .you know, My Body. . . .she’s been with me since the beginning. . .even before I popped out. . .she was there keeping everything going.

So I’m learning to honour and cherish my body. . .it’s been a long and arduous journey. . .I cut off from it at a very early age. . .the trauma was unbearable.

But I’m no longer there. . .I live in now. . . there’s been a need for much reprogramming. . .but with the help of myself and some wonderful people. . .it is, I can say, actually happening.

So now, more that before, I check in with what I’m feeling and where in my body I feel it. . .gives  me a lot of information and instruction for what is needed.

The body is the Master Creation. . .created to house the Divine. . . .no wonder it was made with such exquisite materials. . .there’s nothing on Earth. . .that even comes close to it.

So today I honour my body. . .I listen to her gentle voice. . . I follow where she leads me. . . .she never leads me astray.

Have a perfect Sunday all you beautiful Body’s, housing Divine Souls. . . .celebrate and honour her. . .TODAY IS HER DAY!

lotsa luv. . . . marilynxxx