Embodied

 As I walked past the mirror today I gazed on myself and felt love for my body. Truly, over the years I have always appreciated my body for itself, for its weaknesses and strengths, for its own beauty as all bodies have. But today I felt love and connection, not wanting to improve a thing but to feel embodied in it, to be swallowed up in love for myself, to be thankful for how I am, no changes, no regrets. This body that has carried so much grief and loss, so much bewilderment and abandonment, so much worry and anxiety has been carrying more love and lightness, more softness and laughter, more ease and letting go these days. She's been a wonderful bearer, a bearer of life, though never a mother, one who births and will birth more, one who celebrates and takes delight in people and places. To my body I say an unabashed "Looking good" and she says back to me, Feeling good, too, my friend "