I have had an interesting journey with this conversation of “the body”. For as long as I can remember I have felt that my outside was not reflective of my inside, that I was in fact born in the wrong body. For many years I tried to twist, fold, contort, and basically smash myself into a container that was clearly not meant for me. Saying this journey has not been easy would be the understatement of the century. Recently, however, I have begun to look at things a little differently. Now everyone has their own unique experience and perspective, and I honor all of them…so understand that what I am about to say is reflective of my own story. I have realized the truth for me is that I was not born in the wrong body. I was born in the right and perfect body. That body just so happens to be a trans non-binary body. It is such a body that was key to my navigation of life, physically, emotionally, and spiritual. Now I haven’t come to this understanding easily, or over night, but the more I have listened to the wisdom of my body, inside and out, the more I have come home to myself. This perfect self with its scars, bumps, and bruises. This self that the Universe choses to express itself through. This self that learns, unlearns, grows and transforms. This is true for all of us. We each come with our own unique expression to give to life. Honoring that for ourselves and others is the greatest of adventures!
Rev. Ryan
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