The Body as Oracle - Not Problem
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Artist/Author/ Sacred Guide DK Hillard in a Wrapture
For much of my life, I treated my body as a problem to solve. It hurt. It tired easily. It didn’t keep up with the expectations I had of it. I tried to manage it, discipline it, heal it — anything to make it behave. But no matter what I did, it seemed to speak louder, through pain, through illness, through exhaustion.
It took me years to realize that my body wasn’t betraying me. It was communicating.
When everything I depended on began to fall apart — my work, my health, my sense of identity — I finally had to listen. I couldn’t override the signals anymore. I couldn’t force my way back to “normal.” My body was no longer willing to carry the weight of who I was pretending to be.
At first, I resisted. I was used to pushing through discomfort, to finding fixes and calling it progress. But the more I fought, the more my body spoke — not in words, but in symptoms. Fatigue. Inflammation. A heart that raced for no reason. A nervous system that refused to rest.
Then one day, in a moment of surrender, I asked a different question:“What if my body isn’t the obstacle? What if it’s the oracle?”
That shift changed everything.
The body, I discovered, holds stories the mind can’t yet understand. It remembers the truths we’ve buried, the grief we’ve delayed, the desires we’ve silenced. It keeps the record of our becoming — not to punish us, but to guide us home.
When I began to listen without judgment, I started to recognize its language. The tension in my chest wasn’t failure; it was grief asking to be felt. The fatigue wasn’t weakness; it was my body’s plea for gentleness. Even my illness carried information — it was my body’s way of saying, “Slow down. There’s something here you haven’t seen.”
Each symptom became a messenger, each sensation a thread of truth leading me closer to myself.
The more I honored those messages — with rest, nourishment, creativity, and tenderness — the more my body softened. It stopped screaming because I finally heard its whisper. I began to see that healing wasn’t about forcing my body to be well; it was about creating a relationship with it.
The body is wise beyond measure. It’s been with you through every heartbreak and triumph, every fear and awakening. It has never left your side, even when you abandoned it. It doesn’t need perfection; it needs partnership.
Listening to the body’s wisdom isn’t always comfortable. It will ask you to slow down when you’d rather push forward. It will ask you to feel when you’d rather avoid. But it will also lead you to the exact rhythm your soul needs to thrive.
You don’t need to interpret every sensation or understand every signal. You just need to begin a conversation.
Ask: What are you trying to tell me?
Then listen. Not with your mind, but with your presence.
Because the body doesn’t lie. It speaks the language of truth — through heartbeat, breath, ache, and stillness. It speaks its own language, one you might need to learn in a whole new way. Listen through sensation, not ideas. Hear this language with your heart, not your mind.
When we stop fighting it, we find that our body was never working against us.
It was always leading us home.
If you’ve been at war with your body, know this: it’s not your enemy — it’s your ally. I’ll be sharing more about how learning to listen to my body became the deepest spiritual practice of all. Please follow my journey through articles and on my personal sites where I continue to share personal experience on the path of my own healing.
I would be honored to walk beside you on your journey through my Soul Woven© work, The Living Art of Remembering Who You Are. Contact me at any of the links below.
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