Your 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 reaches the memories of untold voices, it sends a wind of change lighting up dark dimmed spaces of words caught, shunned and shamed.
In a world that has been crying out for sexual healing, the most radical course of action is a 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈. A softening of being, of speaking, of listening and of touching.
Touch through the intent of love literally saves lives and it heals trauma memory at a cellular level. The body is a living archive and record keeper of not only your story but the entire bloodline which has gone before you.
As babies most of us were lain on our mothers breast, skin on skin, heart to heart synchronising to a portal of our human potential. We never lost this need, a human given which only the magic of touch could revitalise, as if it were air to breathe and water to drink.
Yes it is true that we have been tricked in many ways, mostly to feel ashamed about our bodies and to feel ashamed that dare we admit to need touch, to need the salve of this love.
For the love of all that is good, the greatest gift of self love, touch yourself, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆. Move beyond the ideas of wrongdoings, you will only feel this peace when you honour your temple.
It has been a journey has it not beloveds? Maybe it feels there is a long way to go but somewhere you must start, touch yourself 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆. Ask your body with kindness what would feel right?
💫Trace your skin with your fingertips
💫Nuzzle parts of your body with your cheeks
💫Give butterfly kisses down your arms
💫Caress your scalp and stroke your hair
💫Use your palms to anoint those areas you would normally grab
Yes, touch yourself Touch yourself, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆.
I'd love to hear your stories of touch beloveds, how has non sexual touch made a difference to your life?