The Power of Touch

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?⁠