I came across some of this on Facebook. I know some of you follow Bridget Anna McNeil, but I thought I'd share it as we've been talking about self-care. Also I love the image ❤️
I have come to love the simple rituals that can be called self care.
To me they are rituals of gratitude.
Giving thanks, in small or big ways to this tremendous body that works so hard to keep me going in whatever way it can.
When I realise how self care is an act of gratitude, I understand that bit deeper, why myself and many people have struggled or still do struggle with it.
Most of us have not been taught to love the work that goes on behind the scenes, to appreciate the way the heart moves to stay alive, the way it speaks to the world.
Or how our livers work tirelessly to get us through toxic ways.
Or the way our breath, is a simple and powerful dance between us and nature.
Instead, we focus on the bumps or lumps we dislike, we try to shape how it looks rather than being healthy in body and mind.
But it’s more than that, we have not been taught to appreciate our individual beauty either, our soul essence.
So much out there profits from self dislike.
We are, in so many ways, fed the message that we aren’t quite good enough.
To feed ourselves well, to kindly smooth plant oils into our skin, to make sure we are warm enough, to care about the sleep we have, or the drinks we consume, much of it is born from how much gratitude we have for our skin, our bones our hearts.
Life may have been difficult at times, and perhaps we blame ourselves, or the message of not being beautiful enough has sunk too deep.
All of this leading to a lack of gratitude and increasing a sense of blame to our our own being.
Sometimes it doesn’t have to be a huge thing, sometimes these acts of self care can be a simple yet powerful moment of sincerely thanking one small part of us, our heart, skin, bones, spleen, nose, eyes, whatever you are drawn to thanking.
Or just placing a hand on your body and whispering deep into your marrow, thank you.
When I first did this, alone and awkward, tentatively touching my heart.
I whispered thank you, I cried a little, then I laughed a little, then I smiled.
That simple step, let my body know, I was up for meeting it, joining forces, choosing a new way.
Wanting to no longer punish, or ignore, but welcome and respect.
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• Words Brigit Anna McNeill •
• Illustration Lee Sueng-Hee •