Loving the Vessel That Houses Our Souls

Aug 12, 2025
3 min read

By DK Hillard

When we think of medicine, we often picture a pill or a procedure—something prescribed to treat illness. But through my spiritual practice, I’ve come to understand medicine in a different way. To me, true medicine begins within. It’s not just about treatment—it's about healing that is deeply intuitive, personal, and connected to the world around us.

I deeply respect the power of modern medicine, and I don’t deny its necessity. But for me, pharmaceuticals and procedures often did more harm than good. Faced with health challenges that Western medicine couldn’t resolve, I had no choice but to go deeper—to ask my body what it truly needed.

What I discovered is that many physical ailments are rooted in emotional imbalance. Our bodies speak in symptoms, discomfort, and dis-ease, asking us to pay attention. Despite years of therapy and spiritual work, I still felt disconnected from myself. The more I tried to heal, the more unwell I felt. Something was missing.

One sleepless night, I turned inward and asked Spirit for guidance. The answer was clear: nothing thrives without love. In that moment, I realized—I didn’t love my body. In truth, I never had. I had been using it and abusing it without any awareness of the repercussions. I didn’t know what unconditional love was, let alone for myself.

I had nurtured my soul, sought spiritual enlightenment, and tended to my emotional wounds, but I had overlooked the physical vessel that carries it all. I had abandoned my body in pursuit of something higher, never seeing how that neglect was unraveling my health.

That night marked the beginning of a deeper stage of healing. The work became about learning to love myself—completely. Not just in spirit, but in body and mind. It meant honoring my physical needs with the same reverence I gave to my spiritual ones. It meant slowing down, embracing pleasure, and choosing rest when the world demanded performance. It meant listening to my body, even when my mind disagreed. For me, this was one of the hardest things to do. I had built my survival on pushing through exhaustion, priding myself on how much I could endure and still keep going. The courage to surrender when I was tired, trusting that I’d be OK, meant that I also had to let go of what I thought OK actually looked like.

My identity was at stake.

Our bodies hold wisdom that our rational minds can’t always grasp. They know when to rest, when to move, when to feel. And when we ignore them, we disconnect from the very foundation of our being.

Healing, I’ve come to see, isn’t about chasing perfection or fixing what’s broken. It’s about coming home to ourselves—to the whole self. It’s about accepting the joy and the pain, the stillness and the struggle. It’s about cultivating deep, unconditional love for who we are, exactly as we are.

Nothing heals without love.

This path isn’t always easy. It requires presence, softness, and the courage to slow down in a world that pushes us to do more. But it is also liberating. When I honor the alignment of body and soul, I experience a sense of wholeness that transcends pain. I feel alive. I feel free.

If this message resonates with you—if you feel called to reconnect with your truest self—I would be honored to support you. Through art, ritual, and spiritual guidance, I offer a path back to yourself.

A path of remembrance, of reconnection, of real healing.

Reach out below, and let’s begin this journey together.

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