Many decades ago, I learned to identify my Self primarily through my body and the physical plane, and nothing else existed for me. Then I became enamored with my mind, and I was taught to deliver myself fully to it. And I almost forgot my body. Later still, my soul demanded recognition, and I was tempted to divide myself again.
But every month my body reminds me that I am more than my thoughts, my feelings, my subtle energies. It reminds me, too, in it’s cycling, that I am more than flesh and blood. Every month, when I bleed, gravity pulls within me, my thoughts turn inward, my emotions protective, the veil thins between the planes, and my awareness expands again, to my wholeness.
I am body and mind, heart and soul. I am seed and stalk. I am energy cycling, part of the seasons. I am a cell on the body of the Earth, who sustains me. I am in flow, rising and ebbing, with the tide, and the moon, and All That Is.