I’ve eaten a muffin and crisp chips and drunk Coca-Cola, and now I feel sick. My instinct (or should I say, learned patterning) is to give myself a hard time for eating badly. ‘Of course you’re going to feel sick, you stupid idiot. And what happened to you trying to eat for your body’s health? … Continue reading Listen to my body
‘My body is my temple’. When I first heard this phrase a few years back it struck a chord for me; yes we need to honour and worship our body, and be grateful for it and treat it accordingly. This makes so much sense. But hang on… In my journal the other night it occurred … Continue reading My body is my temple.
I felt that God was asking me to surrender and clear my heart, and be a dancer instead of being sluggish and tied down. Cut the cord and walk through the door. Let go of the fear.