If I could be my own healer, what would I do? Maybe lie down on the ground and just breathe, or listen to a flute playing on a recording while a chanting voice hovers in the background.
Maybe let my cat come and lie down on my belly.
Or maybe do some yoga, and get in touch with my own belly wisdom.
What does my belly (or deep feminine soul) have to say? It might invite me to
- stay inside the channel of breath
- feel the corridor of energy up and down my body
- feel the life energy inside the body temple
Inside me is a home for thought, a temple of self-knowing; my belly is a womb carrier, a soul belly bowl, a child-maker cell cooker, a sower of seeds, reaper of blood, life holder bird watcher, cloud bringer, wind no wind breath mover, compass of compassion, place of gut vision.
She, belly wisdom, echoes back distress or acceptance. Anxious yearning or presence of love.
Breathe into the belly-heart beat.
Laugh into the heart of the belly.
Find home base, here, deep inside the breath. Here, she is at home.
I am at home, in my body. Mind focussed, light on, feeling peace, acceptance of my shadow and pain, breath moves up into my heart from the belly, and up into throat, and higher. All the centers light up, root to crown.
From crown to root, all my centers lit.
I hug my body to the bone
and breathe my heart smile into my belly of peace.
That is sweet.