Physical Spirituality

I think there is a defined correlation between spirituality and the manner with which we treat the tabernacles of our spirits. My spirit is sensitive. In my deepest moments of calm I can almost feel myself breathing against my body, fluttering within my own humanness.

Who is that woman? Who is the woman who fought for the Plan of Salvation before she came to Earth? Who is the woman who made covenants and promises and learned so many things a mortal could not learn? I know her. I am her. And I'm learning to take care of her.

Today I am a mommy. Twice. I'm feeding Chiara red peppers and homemade hummus. She loves it. "More dip? Please?" she calls to me, and I'm at the kitchen table, sewing a car seat cover. I'm eating an apple and taking vitamins with three glasses of water. I'm feeling good and clean.

Sometimes I feel another presence inside me, impatient and sarcastic and selfish. I remind myself that she is not me, that she has no place with me, and I do not let her dictate my behavior.

I am me. I am the queen of my body. I am my spirit. And I will stand between myself and any threat to my peace and holiness. It protects me, and makes me fit to protect my children.