When The Soul Misses The Body
Standing in the wild grasses, I remembered: the soul always misses the body.
There are moments in life when something touches us so deeply that it rearranges the way we see ourselves. For me, it happened in an instant — the moment I heard Andrea Gibson read For The Days I Stop Wanting A Body.
For the first time, I felt the long ache of my body’s journey.
And at 55, I felt myself return to it. Fully. Wholly.
All those decades of fighting my body…
All those years believing it was broken, wrong, disappointing…
Gone in a breath.
Because suddenly, I understood:
The soul misses the body.
The Long Road Back to Ourselves
For so many sensitive, dual-wired women, the body becomes a battleground. We push through pain, override our needs, apologise for our shape, quiet our hunger, ignore our exhaustion… until our bodies become strangers.
Hearing Andrea speak reminded me — viscerally — that my body has never been the enemy.
It has been my companion through every joy and heartbreak, every illness and injury, every season of survival and growth.
When old stories rise now, the harsh thoughts, the mirror judgments, the familiar ache of shame, I remember:
The soul misses the body.
It longs for us.
It wants to inhabit us fully.
Your Body Holds Your Humanity
The body holds everything that makes us human:
- our breath
- our laughter
- our exhaustion
- our pleasure
- our grief
- our wrinkles, scars, softness
- our stories
Every curve, crease, and broken bit is evidence of life lived, not life failed.
Dual-wired women often feel everything intensely, both physically and emotionally. That intensity is not a flaw; it is a force. It is the very reason we move through the world with depth, capacity, and compassion.
A New Way of Speaking to the Body
Since that day, I’ve begun nourishing my body with a different kind of tenderness. Not because I want to “fix” it, but because I finally understand how much it has held.
I’ve begun:
- speaking kindly
- choosing nourishment over punishment
- honouring limits
- letting rest be sacred
- listening for wisdom instead of demanding compliance
And when I falter (because I’m human), I return to the truth:
The soul misses the body.
A Practice for Coming Home
Here is a gentle invitation to begin your own return:
The Hand-to-Heart Pause
Place one hand on your chest or belly.
Breathe slowly.
Whisper to yourself:
“I am here. This is my body. And I am home.”
Just one breath like this each day is enough to start.
Your body is not a burden. It is not a failure. It is the place your soul has loved you from, all along.
Here’s to your aliveness!
