Do You Have the Guts to Listen?

Waking up to the fierce intelligence of your hormones in a culture that silences the body

Photo by Adam Danny on Unsplash

Dear heart, I am the whisper inside the cathedral of your flesh. I am the living circuitry of your hormonal signals, the messenger between your mind and your marrow, your gut and your grief.

I am the keeper of balance, the weaver of rhythm, the pulse behind your mood, your metabolism, and your longevity.

I am not a machine. I am not a code to be cracked or a lever to be pulled. I am a symphony. And you, beloved, were born tuned to my song.

The time has come for you to remember how to sing with me again.

The forgotten clockwork

I was shaped over millennia by starlight and sleep, by the sigh of soil beneath bare feet, by the rise and fall of the sun. But you have been taught to override me. To outsmart me. To hack me.

You pop pills to suppress me, inject hormones to silence me, stimulate glands to push harder, longer, faster.

You blast your retinas with blue light long past sundown and wonder why your dreams don’t come.

You live on caffeine and cortisol, then sedate your nervous system at night. You demand performance, not…