Sometimes in weariness, other
times in frustration or perhaps even comparison, I stand like a stranger
looking at this body of mine. I stand and look as if it were an object or thing
I do not know.
This morning the whisper of my body as the image of a
silent guardian whose only purpose is to protect, guard and shield. Like those
whose job it is to lay down their life for the President, Kings or Queens my
body stands as a silent defender absorbing without voice, the slings, arrows
and abuse hurled from life and even from me. Silent. Constant. Vigilant. Single
focused. To protect the spirit, the Life and Light within. Even when its few
basic needs go unanswered still it struggles to guard, shield, embrace and give
life.
The Light within is but one
candle of the One. But my body, my body is uniquely mine. My cellular
structure, my fingerprints and even my voice are uniquely mine. Another can
imitate its appearance but never am I duplicated or found in another. This body
is mine, completely, and totally mine.
The Light within is mirrored in every soul and even in nature. The body
is never mirrored. Same structural elements yes, but the form, the individual
chalice chosen was and is chosen, and not by chance. There are 7 billion other
light forms existing as humans upon this earth. My body stands as the only one
of its kind. My body is the self-portrait chosen by the Divine, by Life and
painted in love.
I hunger and thirst to feed the
heart and spirit with wisdom and grace and to walk the path of peace and love.
I meditate to quiet my mind so I can hear the whispers of Life. I become one
with nature and Love. I look to the heart as the seat of Wisdom, Grace, Faith
and Being. And yet, this morning, to ponder the one gift, the one gift given
that truly makes me who I am and was chosen to protect, shield and carry the
hunger and even my senses which feed my experience – my body. In a world inundated by body image so that
even children try to starve themselves to be like a created image, to realize
the magnificence and unconditional love this body gifts. And even when diseased
or limited, frail and not as strong of a warrior as it once was, still she
remains that which is uniquely me forever my guardian, forever my experience,
forever the self-portrait of the Divine.
My body the evidence
of the Divine walking with me.
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