Mara Glatzel: Coming Home to Your Body

For the month of January, the theme of this site is an exploration of the energy of home.

Home as a sacred container in which we feel comfortable resting, creating, connecting, experimenting, celebrating.

Home as a physical body that transports us throughout our day, host to our heart, mind and soul.

Home as Mother Earth…as Universe...this place where we live.

Home as a heart experience not specific to a physical location….a feeling of comfort, safety, security, bliss.

As we feel into this energy together, you may find yourself quite comfortable with the exploration, you may find yourself at an edge. It is my request that you share from the space that you are in with an understanding that your perspective and experience enriches the quality and feel of this exploration, for all whom read and walk these energetic steps together.

Today, I am delighted to share this Facets space with Mara Glatzel!

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A white flower (from my personal photo collection) to symbolize “re-birth”, forgiveness, grace. – Joy

Coming Home to Your Body

by Mara Glatzel

A glass of water in the morning. The slow chopping of brussels sprouts. Sleeping until eleven.

Coming home to my body hasn’t always been easy.

There have been many days where my face has been in front of you, smiling and talking about normal things, while my body is somewhere locked away deep in the depths of the house, out of sight and out of mind.

The disconnect, always, happened in the moment where I expected my body to perform for me. Expected it to do the things that I wanted it to, and experienced the loss and grief that my body, rejected and unapologetic, dug its heels in and refused to play along. The days where I viewed my body as little more than a vehicle for acceptance and social currency.

The days where I believed my own story that in order to be good and worthy, my body had to transform until it was palatable and effortlessly beautiful.

But in these moments, I was trying to push my body out of loathing and desperation. I was working hard to bend it to my will, without taking a moment to express gratitude for it’s tireless support.

Our bodies are a complex working matrix of flesh and bone, operating daily to move us about the world. Resilient, our bodies awaken every morning, pulling us back into our daily grind without asking for much in return.

Our bodies, undeserving of our spite and frustration, are a convenient scapegoat for our dissatisfaction with our lives.

We tell ourselves that we will be good when we look good, but that is not true.

We are good, already. We are whole, already. We are enough, already.

Our bodies are deserving of our best love and effort, of the time and space required in order to feel restored and able. Far from being arbitrary, our daily self-care is the way that we pledge allegiance to our skin, the way that we crawl back inside of our bones and take up residence there.

It is through taking care of ourselves that we are able to begin to know, deep in our core, that we are worth caring for.

We can choose to be our own good mother, our own tender steward. We can choose to cut through the noise of our daily lives and the perceived importance of external validation and prioritize the humble yearnings of softest selves.

The quiet longings of our bodies whisper sweetly, if we pause long enough to listen. Before the brash and disconcerting cacophony of a body in dis-ease. Before the longings mount and sickness strikes. We are able to care for ourselves in this moment, before our bodies demand our attention.

Coming home to ourselves is not always easy.

It is not the sexy or dramatic overhaul of all of our habits or the painstaking renovation that we imagine we might require. It is the slight realignment with our own internal compass – the stacking of one kind action on top of another, until the walls of our internal fortresses are rebuilt.

It is the kind action, the quiet action. The action grounded deeply in love for ourselves.

Give yourself permission to return home to this place, to listen to the soft call of your cells as they instruct you in your healing.

Give yourself permission to begin again.

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Mara Glatzel is an intuitive coach and writer. She works with brave women that have a sacred and stubborn desire for evolution, guiding them home to themselves and teaching them how to cultivate lives grounded self-love, self-trust, and radical self-responsibility.

In cultivating this sacred space for women to thrive, Mara’s bringing a Masters in Clinical Social Work with a trauma specialization, her spot-on intuition, and the lessons that she’s accumulated learning to fall madly in love with her own beautifully messy life. Catch up with her on facebook, twitter, or sign up for her love notes to receive weekly missives and heart-opening encouragement.

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About Feed Me

Feed Me is a class for resolution-renegades and excitement-seekers. It is a class for women who are sick and tired of the same old advice to eat your veggies and drink 8-10 glasses of water a day. Instead, Feed Me seeks to transform your relationship with feeding yourself – physically, spiritually, and emotionally.

Taught by Mara Glatzel and Cookie Hebert, professional chef and holistic health coach, this class is a six week exploration in practical eating and radiant living.

Learn more about Feed me here.

Thank you for sharing, Mara!

As an intuitive heart healer, I naturally feel into, and connect with energy.  I didn’t mean to “discard” body – but, body is not what I naturally saw or knew to care for.  That love and appreciation is something I learned to open to, through exploration and practices of presence that ground energy into my physical vessel.

I am learning to treat my body as a sacred container – something that holds my energy, talents and essence – and my entire world is shifting. It is a *practice*, something that isn’t natural to me, that I have to focus attention upon. To expand this practice, I chose *nourish* as my 2014 intention word – part of that is to nourish my physical self in all ways.

I am learning to turn the enriching, healing energy that I share with others, inward, as a gift of love to myself…to embody the fullness of the energy of *joy*. To look into the mirror and say “I love you. Thank you for being you.” To center into love and gratitude first, *then* share with others and world so the connection is enriching and enlivening. To celebrate the feeling of being home, in this body that I chose to inhabit.

I don’t remember how I was introduced to Mara’s work. So many of my friends and peers follow her and speak of her guidance and programs. I do remember how I felt when I read her words – as if she truly understands and feels that which she speaks of.  She Knows, because she lives it; her reflections and insights are from experience as well as research. And that experience is all heart.

I trust Mara as a guide and am honored that Mara chose to share in this space. I do hope that, if her energy resonates, you take the time to check out her class. It sounds wonderful!

May you share, what is one “action of love”/way that you currently care for your physical body? And, when you hear this *give yourself permission to begin again*, how does that feel? (when you share, you inspire)

Thank you for your presence!

Much peace and abundant love,

Joy

I love sharing, and learning about, presence through photography; while mind is engaged in framing specific shots to fit a theme, heart naturally opens to explore and celebrate. The January session of I Believe in Magic: 30-day Photo Journey has a theme of exploring the energy of home; registration is open through January 14, 2014.  registration is now open. For more information, and to register, please click the title link.

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  1. Ecclesiastes 11:9

    Rejoice, O young man, in thy youth; and let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth, and walk in the ways of thine heart, and in the sight of thine eyes: but know thou, that for all these things God will bring thee into judgment.

    *****************

    …this posted being that I have and I still do revel passionately and ‘rejoice’ the body God has provided for me.

    ———————— but:

    Living in the Body
    BY JOYCE SUTPHEN

    Body is something you need in order to stay
    on this planet and you only get one.
    And no matter which one you get, it will not
    be satisfactory. It will not be beautiful
    enough, it will not be fast enough, it will
    not keep on for days at a time, but will
    pull you down into a sleepy swamp and
    demand apples and coffee and chocolate cake.

    Body is a thing you have to carry
    from one day into the next. Always the
    same eyebrows over the same eyes in the same
    skin when you look in the mirror, and the
    same creaky knee when you get up from the
    floor and the same wrist under the watchband.
    The changes you can make are small and
    costly—better to leave it as it is.

    Body is a thing that you have to leave
    eventually. You know that because you have
    seen others do it, others who were once like you,
    living inside their pile of bones and
    flesh, smiling at you, loving you,
    leaning in the doorway, talking to you
    for hours and then one day they
    are gone. No forwarding address.

    *******************

    We should ‘rejoice’ our remarkable being while we should ‘respect’ our imperfections and limitations.

    There is a balance to this…

    Thank you Mara and Joy

    • Thank you for sharing, Rand…I appreciate your reflection of *balance*.

      If we may learn to celebrate our bodies for all they allow us to do and be and become – each season and cycle of life, we will feel peace and joy, regardless of whatever we might label “imperfections”….

      As I write this I remember being so ill and on bed rest – really upset I couldn’t move in the ways I loved, yet when I leaned into that and began “embracing it”, I experienced deep connecting in many ways while “immobile” that I hadn’t previously. Different space and depth because I chose to honor my body instead of rail against it. It was *perfect*, when I allowed it to be.

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