The Story

As we slow down to the beat of the moment and allow our analytical mind to pause. As we move our hand over the warmth of our chest, and take a deep breath. As we take the time to connect with our bodies and the internal world beyond our minds, we move different and see ourselves different. We realize the reality of what we are. We can see the veins, we can feel the temperature, and for that moment, we lose our minds and forget what we have attached to our bodies. As we feel ourselves in flesh and god, the standards for the way we are touched change. We realize that connecting with our bodies, with our energy, is as ecstatic of an experience as any. As ecstatic as looking up at the stars and the moon, while the wind caresses our face and dances with our hair. We are as real and as epic as all of nature. We are sacred. Our bodies are sacred. Not just the space between our legs, but the space between our collar bone and neck, the bottom of our feet, our beautiful hands, our lips, our scalp, our lower backs, our beautiful chests and all the worlds that live inside of us. We are worthy of being explored and honored. Rubbing oils into our skin, lighting a candle, looking into our own eyes in the mirror and holding ourselves in our hands and in our hearts is like honoring the forest, a flower, an ocean and the ancient and magical worlds before us.