Your Body Is an Oracle

There were times I felt betrayed by my body.

The nausea. The cramping. The heaviness in my chest. The ache that lingered in places I didn’t know could hold grief.

I wanted to ignore it, silence it, override it with logic and busywork.

But I’ve come to understand something sacred:
My body was never betraying me.
She was speaking to me.
In a language older than words.

Your body is not broken.

She is an oracle.

The flutter in your belly.
The tightness in your throat.
The warmth or ache in your womb—
These aren’t random symptoms. They are whispers.

Messages from the part of you that remembers everything.
Not in judgment. Not in punishment.
But in truth.

If you’ve had an abortion, you may have learned to live from the neck up.
To analyze, explain, or intellectualize your experience.
But healing doesn’t happen in the mind alone.

It happens in the body.
In the slowing down.
In the gentle returning.
In the listening.

Your body doesn’t need to be fixed.
She needs to be felt. Held. Honored.

I invite you to ask her today—not with force, but with reverence:
“What are you trying to show me?”

And then pause. Breathe. Feel.

You may not understand the answer right away, but the asking is the beginning.

She has not forgotten you.

She is waiting for you to remember her.