This year has been the year of working on this body. Not in the ordinary sense of the word (diets, fitness etc.)
Instead I’ve been working to allow this body to be a holy and beautiful place in which to experience God in the world.
My religious upbringing somehow directly or indirectly gave me the message, that as a woman, this body is shame. That the spirit is good the flesh is weak, depraved. That I should fill my head up with knowledge, but to ‘feel’ is not trust worthy.
Jesus incarnated into a body, touched bodies, every body that was deemed cursed, untouchable, he was there, redeeming, taking away shame, and bringing life. To the leper he touched them, to the blind with mud and spit in his hands he reached out and touched, to the woman who was bleeding for twelve years, he let her touch him in a society where she was completely ostracised. To the dead and deceased bodies he touched them and raised them to life, and to the dirty feet of his disciples, he washed, cleaned and served.
A Wild, Holy Band
Your breath is a sacred clock, my dear -
Why not use it keep time with God's name?
And if your feet are ever mobile
Upon this ancient drum, the earth,
O do not let your precious moments
Come to naught.
let your steps dance silently
To the rhythm of the Beloved's Name!
My fingers and my hands
Never move through empty space,
For there are
Invisible golden lute strings all around,
Sending Resplendent Chords
Throughout the Universe.
I hear the voice
Of every creature and every plant,
Every wold and sun and galaxy -
Singing the Beloved's Name!
I have awakened to find violin and cello,
Flute, harp, and trumpet,
Cymbal, bell, and drum -
All within me!
From head to toe, every part of my body
Is chanting and clapping!
The Beloved has made you
Such a luminous Man!
For with constant remembrance of God,
One's whole body will become
A wonderful and Wild