body as temple.

i've heard it many times before and have always liked the phrase, but truth be told, i only let it sink in as far as "too many french fries just ain't a good thing for this sacred vessel o' mine."  and, "complain less, say thank you more."

but really, what if my body were actually a temple?

we create temples so we can enter in to a special space to encounter the divine – and for the divine to encounter us.

we create temples to act as megaphones for our desires and prayers.  we create temples to honor those upon whose shoulders we stand.  we create temples as art in supplication to the Artist.

we create temples when words fall short of the Awe and Gratitude we feel for the privilege of being alive.

so what if i took seriously that the energy emanating from my body could be that special space in which divine encounters divine?  what if i knew that each person spending 6 minutes with me on the line at starbucks or 60 minutes with me in a session was hangin' with the holies?

what if the mascara i applied this morning, embellishing lashes just so, was an invitation to the person who next meets my eyes to be moved by the sacred calligraphy of lash upon cheek?

what if i really took it on that when you look upon my form, you are gazing on the Goddess?

and what if i knew that your glance is an ode to that-which-runs-through-me, and in response my internal refrain was "yes, enjoy the view."

what if i took the same care with putting earrings in my ears and bangles on my wrists as i would lighting a puja basket in a balinese shrine?

what if i knew my Voice, in its clarity, confusion, power and trembling love, was making a joyful noise unto the heavens?

what if we all did?

blessings,

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