I have done so much personal work that I was bound to arrive at this point sooner or later. Mind you, I had kind of thought that I would get away with skirting around the edges of it.
But here we are. My final frontier. My body. The long and short of it is that I have been punishing my body for being too fat since I can remember. I was always the 'big girl'. I have associated being fat with failing and with being unlovable. I may no longer be fat, but a thousand times a day I will berate myself for my body shape and weight. It's a dysfunctional relationship but I'm used to it.
I thought this was it. This was the way it would be from here on in. Apparently not. As my journey progresses, I get intuitions of what needs to be healed, made whole and released. Next stage: my body. Agh....
So where to begin? Over thirty years of conditioning await. The idea I had was, for just one week, to love my body; to enrobe it in a duvet of pink light, to see pink light flowing through me. I am to eat what I want, simply blessing it with love and blessing my body with love as I eat it.
Two days in I can already say that when I have taken the time to envelop myself in pink light for ten minutes I feel amazing. I really feel lighter - in all senses! I feel nurtured. I am love. I eat love. It's that simple.