I’m learning to love myself in all my phases. Our bodies have phases. Our mind have phases. Our emotions have phases…Everything about us, this world, life itself, is constantly moving and I am allowing myself to move with it.
Fear is flaking off of me… Shame is falling off my shoulders… Love is oozing out of me.
I am in a constant state of I am. Allowing myself to move and feel what it is I feel, free of control, free of judgement.
I’m learning to love myself when my hair is curled and gnarled and full. Full of the forest, full of the the body of this world. Just as much as when I take the brush to the abundant tangles and afterwards my hair lies flat, soft, the body has waned, the waves and the forest sitting in my brush. I’m allowing myself to love my tummy just as much when she is sculpted and oblique, taking light into the curves of her muscles… As when she is fuller, full of food, full of love, full of the monthly menstrual blood that blesses my center every month. I’m receiving love when just a sliver of my light is showing, darkness claiming the rest like the rich soil needed for any growth. From myself, from others.
The moon has many phases. And so do you. Each one is absolutely, incredibly beautiful. Move through contrast with this deep knowing. Feel this. You are always whole. The moon has many phases.