If your a regular to this blog, you will no doubt have noticed I am on a kick to embrace my divine femininity.
I have to say that it's been quite intense over the last couple of weeks. I'm finding myself weaving in and out of old and new stories about myself. I feel like I've been given a magnifying glass to look at myself more clearly.
I've been doing more to help myself feel better in my skin.
I've been making an effort to attend yoga classes at the local gym (and I'm finally learning to love yoga and what it does for the body and mind!)
I've also begun to make a ritual out of really facing myself and looking at myself in the mirror every morning. The trick to this is to have no thoughts as I am doing so.
One day as I was investigating every inch of my body as I stood in front of the mirror, I once again noticed all of the stretch marks and wrinkles on my belly.
This part of my body has disgusted me for years, since I've had children. Gone is the once tight smooth skin of my abdomen (that unfortunately even THEN I didn't appreciate). What is left in it's place is a bulging bunch of wrinkly skin. My navel barely recognizable!
This particular day though I took a closer look and I could hardly believe my eyes! I noticed that the lines on my belly resembled a tree! The roots, trunk and branches all very defined and visible. How could I have missed this amazing visual effect all of these years?!?!?
Wow, a tree!
At that moment I connected to the realization that I have never appreciated the symbolism of this part of my body. The sacrifice my body made to create, nurture, house and grow another being into life. It truly is magnificent.
As women we talk alot about our bodies. It doesn't seem to matter what the conversation is about, somehow it turns to a discussion about boobs, butts and bellies. What we'd like to change, what we wish we could upgrade, what could use a downsize or upsize.
We do all that we can to improve ourselves, no matter the cost to our health sometimes.
I hear that when a woman hits her fifties that she begins to be comfortable with her body, her life, herself.
I don't want to wait 12 years to become comfortable with myself. I don't want to wait 12 years to finally embrace my inner Goddess, to finally be able to step into my feminine power and love my body.
I want that now! How 'bout you?