Touch Your Own Skin and Know it as Sacred

Can you touch your own skin and know it as sacred? To hear your heartbeat and know it as a prayer?

There’s a moment when you let go of everything you thought you needed to be. The weight of striving, the layers you’ve wrapped around yourself to feel safe.

And underneath? There’s just you. Raw, unguarded, tender. It feels like you might break. But you don’t. You soften. You breathe. You remember.

Your body holds every story, every ache, every desire you’ve ever carried. It’s a vast archive of moments, some cherished, some forgotten, some too painful to touch. Yet your body remembers them all.

And it knows. It knows the language of touch, stillness, and surrender. It knows how to heal, not through effort, but through allowing. Through breathing into the places that have been waiting, aching, for your attention.

The feminine principal doesn’t ask you to be perfect. She doesn’t demand transformation. She doesn’t shame you for your scars or fears. She asks you to feel. To rest. To let the tears fall and the laughter rise. To come home to yourself, again and again, until you no longer need the map.

This is the journey, not outwards, but inwards. Not towards something, but into what already is. This is the unravelling, the remembering, the reclamation of your truest self.

And in that remembering, you are free.