Post finishing university, overwhelmed with the sudden choice of my life, and no one giving me a ​standard to meet, I was eating myself up in the shame of not having it all together.

I took to ​controlling the things I could control, my body and image. Eating less, training more, I worked ​multiple jobs to try and add them up to something of significance. The messages in the form of ​symptoms began to get louder. Blood, mucous and pain began to greet me in places that typically ​wouldn’t be. I didn’t have time to be sick. Everyone around me started to reflect that I needed to ​slow down, but they didn’t understand, I couldn’t.

Although somewhere within me, I started to ​hear a quieter voice, that wondered if there was another way. In streaming tears on my knees in ​the sand dunes on my way home from work, pleeing for support on how to make it stop, I began ​to receive trickles of guidance. Trickles that built momentum as I followed them, I began to be ​taken by a downstream current of spontaneous meetings with self and other (whom guided me ​into more meetings with self).

The medical diagnosis of a chronic autoimmune dis-ease was the guest at the door that I could no ​longer ignore. Further ativated by hearing medical professionals offering me methods of cure that ​spoke of immune suppressing drugs for the rest of my life and surgery, my passionate truth, belief ​and trust in the intelligence of our body’s knowing what to do, was ignited!!

I was self summoned ​into fullness devotion to my soma (body). To listening to its messages.

I found freedom in the remembrance of my own inner ​connection, to my body, and the body of the world. I learnt ​through an embodied experience, that when given the right ​conditions, our bodies know what to do. Our beings guide us ​through our bodies. As I was led to where, and whom, and ​when, I needed to be for my healing, and for my embodied ​liberation.

And of course, the ulcerated holes in my digestive ​track and cracks in my rectum began to close back over, as I ​remembered my wholeness. My energy returned as I ​completed the responses of stored attempts to flee my own ​body and gathered all of the fragments of my tethered ​belonging, back together. I felt PLEASURE again in my body. I felt joy. I felt peace.

And now, as new symptoms and health expressions get ​experienced, such as Mould Toxicity, Covid, Ruptured Ear ​Drums, Infections, Wisdom Teeth removals, Colds and Flus, I ​meet them with a curiosity of listening, and recognition of the ​aliveness of a body so in tune to its environment and quick to ​guide me to my truth.