Prostate Love
I never expected a painting to become part of my healing, but here I am. One day I got out my acrylics and a sheet of cold press watercolor paper, with no plan and no image in mind, just a knowing that my prostate needed something beyond words.
The idea of consciously loving a body part felt strange and abstract at first. It wasn't mine — it came from spirited advisors who encouraged me to connect with my body in a new way, to bring in love and presence alongside the physical healing.
As the image emerged, I perceived the presence of The Divine bringing healing light, as if it weren't just me reaching out but The Divine flowing through me, restoring and reminding me that I'm not alone in this.
I tend to think of love as something I give to others, not to the parts of me that work tirelessly every day and get ignored until something goes wrong. My prostate had been calling for attention, and in that moment I was listening.
By the time the painting was finished, several sessions later, I wasn't just looking at an image. My body and I were in this together. Every time I look at it, I'm reminded to thank The Divine for filling my prostate with even more love.
