Do you soothe your body like you would your own child?
Do you explore your curves the way you would a lover’s?
Have you held yourself the way you would a tired heartbroken sister?
This morning in my practice, I was pretty exhausted. There wasn’t much movement my body wanted to do.
But there was so much touch.
So many different types of touch.
A lover’s.
A mother’s.
A sister’s.
For 30 minutes, I allowed myself to receive my own touch.
To allow the constricted places to soften…
To allow the heavy sadness to wash through and out of me…
To allow ecstasy to emerge onto my skin like dew drops.
A place where my body could breathe, move and release the way she knows best.
Without my mind bringing in the past or the future.
Just breath stirring awake my body’s wisdom.
I hear you speak of wanting a lover who touches you this way
Or a partner who holds you that way.
But have you done this yourself?
Do YOU know how your inner little girl likes to be soothed?
Do YOU know how your sensual siren liked to be turned on?
Do YOU know how your wild warrior wants to be loved?
The Power of Touch
