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.
Thank you so much for reading until the end.
If you'd like to follow my journey, here are my socials:
