Wooh. Feeling a bit woozy, light-headed. Heavier on my base which seems ironic as my legs and feet were in the air. My digestive system had a chance to gurgle, make noise, space, release. I do feel very constricted when I’m sitting down, like I’m needing to hold everything together.
Interesting that this morning I was thinking about a need to heal my gut and the topic today was food and culture.
I love food. I really do. I need to learn the daily practice of loving my body just as much. I did some naked stretches in the mirror this morning and thought kindly of my reflection. I thought I looked pretty cute all stretched out, hands above my head, fingers interlaced, tilting from side to side.
My body yearns for lengthening, stretching out, reaching. Swimming is a true love for my body – my front stroke reaching forward while my back legs drag and kick behind. I am my tallest when I am swimming. i am hoping to begin to write love stories to my body – nourish it through the food it is craving – really deeply listen to it. I am thinking of this amazing wild strawberry slushie type of drink I had while attending a gathering at the Native Canadian Centre of Toronto. I was always so welcome there, in any form, it was such a beautiful place.
where rivers are born 