The Body Claims Its Turn

Week 39
Date: January 18, 2026

New Moon

This week marked a turning point I could feel in my bones.

For months, I have been aligning my mind and spirit with devotion and clarity. I have reclaimed my center, my sovereignty, my inner authority. I have learned to hold coherence under pressure, to stay oriented through grief, change, and expansion. That work has been real — and it has changed me.

But this week made something unmistakably clear (again):
my body has been waiting.

I saw it plainly through contrast. When I ignored my body for convenience, guilt, or comfort, it responded immediately. Heavy food eaten out of habit or obligation disrupted my sleep, drained my energy, and left my system unsettled for days. My body was no longer buffering misalignment quietly. It was speaking clearly, firmly, and without negotiation.

And when I listened — truly listened — everything shifted.

Floating in salt water, eating food that felt clean and grounding, letting hunger reset naturally, choosing nourishment instead of expedience — those moments restored me. They didn’t just soothe my stomach; they restored my field. Expansion felt spacious and energizing again. Overextension revealed itself not as weakness, but as a lack of resourcing.

The difference was undeniable.

Through it all, something else stayed steady.

Even as grief lingered, routines shifted, and life continued to move, my center remained coherent. I felt it clearly — a calm, confident gravity living deep in my core, somewhere between my sacral and solar plexus, brushing the heart. It felt ancient. True. Orienting. Like a compass coming fully online after years of running quietly in the background.

This center doesn’t push or strive. It simply orients.
When I place my attention there, everything realigns.

I understand now why my body has been so vocal. This center — my center — requires support. It requires nourishment, rhythm, simplicity, and respect. My digestive system isn’t failing me; it’s protecting coherence. It’s asking to be treated as an ally, not a vehicle.

This week taught me that coherence is no longer something I think about or strive for. It is something I must live, across mind, spirit, and body.

My body is no longer the place where misalignment gets stored.
It is part of the intelligence now.

And I am listening.