01/01/2026
As we step into a new year, I want to begin with a reminder of what is already sacred, already miraculous, already yours.
A reminder to return to yourself.
To the body that carries you, speaks to you, and reveals you.
And so, we begin the year with this offering:
Your body is a temple of quiet miracles.
An orchestra of chemistry, light, and breath.
Every cell a spark of divine intelligence,
every heartbeat a love letter to your aliveness.
Give thanks to the lungs that rise and fall
like tides pulled by unseen moons,
to the bones that remember your ancestors,
to the skin that softens the edge of the world.
No invention rivals this sacred machine.
No code, no circuit, no algorithm
could ever mimic the way your body knows,
how it heals, how it hungers, how it hopes.
So bow to it.
Feed it as you would a Goddess.
Drink water like it’s prayer.
Move as an offering to your own existence.
You are not made of matter alone,
you are made of miracles.
From Dear Body, I Love You
By Sundays Are For Lovers
With devotion to your becoming,
Julie
