Listening to my body is something I do selectively. If my body is hurting, I ignore it. When my body is tired, I apply a caffeine bandage and move on.
In this year, I want to listen to my body. I want to find out what it needs, what it craves, and what it has to tell me. In the past two days, my body has seemed to need food more often, good food.
And I feel good. Something I don't typically say. I say that I'm healthy, but feeling good, that's another dilemma. But today, I feel good, nurtured by good food - rice, curry, and peas - and a little break in the work schedule.
Contemplating, writing, not letting life pass me by. That is my devotion to me today.
I don't usually talk about my pledge that I make to Brigid at Imbolc each year. But this year seems different.
Coming off of last year, when I actually stuck with my pledge for the entire year, I feel confident, scared, and excited to see who I am at next year's pledge time.
This year's pledge: To treat my body as an altar.
But what does this mean? To me, it means that I'm going to give my body good food, plenty of rest, fun activities, and lots of pleasure. Who could turn that down?
I know it will be a challenge. I've desecrated my altar again and again, denying all of the pleasures that I should have, that I deserve. No more.
To you Brigid, in your well of healing, I pledge to heal myself, to rest, to rejuvenate this vessel. I thought I would be pledging to write my novel and to do more creative things, but it seems that healing is where I need to be.
For the next year, I will heal with words. I will heal with love. I will heal myself and heal the world around me as a result.
So mote it be.
"Surrounded by Deity" -- upcoming Witches & Pagans issue