My body is my church, my temple. She deserves a certain kin..
Added 2021-04-05 13:29:22 +0000 UTCMy body is my church, my temple. She deserves a certain kind of worship. A worship that language has no name for. A connection to the divine that is only accessed by complete vulnerability and surrender. Easter Sunday always elicits strong emotions—stirring memories and timelines from lifetimes long since past past. Instead of staying in those distance places, I get creative. Or, kind of creative. Ok, creative enough to put on some bunny ears and lingerie and post a day late đŸ˜‹
