The Body As Holy Ground

All bodies are holy ground, and there is no relationship more holy than the one between us and them.

I remember going to church growing up and hearing nothing about the body. No-one spoke to me about the holiness that lived inside my very own skin, or my mothers that birthed me.

In church we drank red wine as a males blood but my own was dirty, shameful and to be hidden. Many gospels of men were read out to me but never voices of women.

My journey into womanhood took me far away from cathedrals and into other places of worship; rivers far away, old womens homes, ancient textbooks, my own bones.

It took me away from the love of my life because I knew I had to first meet the love that lived inside and not outside of me. Then I could love from my absolutely depths.

I went in search for the word (womanhood) that so many around me had not known. I went to find the love that lives within female flesh and heart so that I could then love everything.

I have since seen vaginas of maidens, mothers and sex workers, some bleeding in front of me, others that have long stopped. And have been brought to tears by the female body that births and bears so much.

No longer can I see it as different to the earths or any cathedral. Instead I know it as only what it is; holy ground. And understand that what removes us from it, removes us from the earth and what returns us to it will return us back to it.

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