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My body is a temple
and my existence a living ceremony

My body is my temple. Ever since I heard this line in “Black Bathing Suit” by Lana Del Rey, I started treating mine like so. I understood that surrendering to the way it is shaped, to its inner and outer parts, makes everything feel freer and fuller.

There’s this thing I do on Fridays. I stand in front of the mirror and dance to my reflection as if I’m trying to summon something inside me. And something shifts every time. I always end the session writing, almost without thinking, just channeling whatever comes out.

The truth is that when I look, I feel and see the body working as a channel. A place where energy moves, gathers, and expresses itself. The way I move, the way I care for myself, the way I show up.. all of it influences what I carry and give to the world. And the energy I embody becomes the energy I live from.

But as I started honoring my body like this, I began to see my existence as a living ceremony, and I found myself performing little rituals as a way to ground myself. There is something about it that gives meaning and keeps me present, shaping the way I experience myself and my reality.

I didn’t read or search for these rituals anywhere. I just started coming up with them.

When I cooked, I began whispering a word to each ingredient I was working with. When I braided my hair, sometimes I placed a few drops of lavender oil on it for protection. And when one of my rose quartz crystals broke, I returned it to the earth as a small closing of its cycle. Later I found out that there are people who also do this, and it made me realize it was just me remembering my magic.

I always try to do this in the most grounded way that I know. Following what feels honest to me and what my body and intuition already know is right. This is how I keep it real, and how I know it comes from me, and it carries my energy.

My body is a temple, and I’m still learning how to honor every part of it.