My Body Remembers Before I Do

Activation #2 – Energy & Self-Awareness

✨ Battle-Tested Beauty

Entry Three: My Body Remembers Before I Do

I am learning that my body speaks before my mind understands.
And lately, it’s been whispering louder than ever.

This weekend, I felt connected to my sovereignty —
not in theory, but in embodiment.
There’s still work to do around my mornings, yes.
But I’m here. And I’m listening.

I can feel the earth shifting —
Ascension symptoms ripple through me,
reminding me I’m not separate from her evolution.
My ambition for this journey is real —
but so is the interference that comes
when I let my thoughts outpace my energy.

I’ve been productive. Present.
But the scroll still seduces me —
offering nothing, yet promising distraction.
I feel safest not feeling it all.
Especially the good.

My body is craving constructive ignition —
not punishment, not pushing — but sacred movement.
Ritual. Breath. Structure that supports my rising.

GK 24 speaks clearly now:
Silence is not absence — it is a return to Self.
And my true nourishment is found in reading, writing, being still.

GK 19 hums underneath it all:
My sensitivity to others’ needs can become a cage
when I fear that my own desires will make them feel left behind.
That if I pour energy into my work,
my family will suffer.
That they will think I’ve abandoned them.
That I’ll be too much. Too successful. Too different.
That they won’t know how to love me there.

But I am ready to release that loop.

My hip is talking to me —
not just with pain, but with power.
It’s saying,
You are strong.
You are worthy.
You are ready.

This isn’t just physical.
It’s ancestral. It’s energetic.
It’s the residue of self-sacrifice
cloaked in the name of love.

I am no longer blaming others
for the ways I’ve stayed small.
I can see how the dissonance I create in my field
becomes the very proof I use to justify my fear.
But I’m done collecting evidence that I’m not able to live my truth.
I’m ready to become the evidence.

I am so sensitive that even joy feels too big sometimes.
But I am not afraid of feeling.
I am afraid of how much good I can actually hold.

This week, I return to rhythm.
To somatic devotion.
To the knowing that I can care for my business, my body, and my family —
not by splitting myself,
but by being whole wherever I am.

Because when I come home to my body,
I come home to trust.
And trust is the soil where miracles grow.