"Body! Body! Wanna Feel My Body, Baby!" / by Dana Bergstrom

"Such a thrill! My body!" I love those Macho Man lyrics by the Village People. It's one of the most ludicrous body-centric songs ever written.

Each time I hear it, I throw my head back, belt it out with a twangy Southern accent (it's more fun!), writhe around, and rub mah hands all ovah mah body!

The tune actually performs a very important service for the public. I play it behind closed doors as it unleashes LOADS of crazy dance steps from my ultra hyper self all at once! GET! THEM! OUT! I can't be walking around with so many inappropriate moves in MAH BODY! What if they fly outta me in the checkout line at Home Depot? I could get arrested.

You know...sometimes I put way too much emphasis on bodies.

I forget that the body is an expression of the soul.

My husband has helped me remember this truth many times over the years. The most memorable event was before we got married.

He and I had only dated for a few months when I became really ill. I was madly in love and all of a sudden I began having these strange symptoms. It started slowly with joints swelling out of blue here and there - a knee, a wrist, an elbow - but eventually all of my joints and even my internal organs were affected.

Ever had an intense toothache? That's what my entire body felt like. I was unable to dress myself, comb my own hair, cut my own food, or get out of a chair without help. Pain was constant and I needed assistance with nearly every task.

In my mind, I had some freak illness that would quickly pass, but one week after accepting Pauly's marriage proposal, a doctor explained to both of us that I had severe rheumatoid arthritis.

He said I could be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life.


It felt like I'd been hit in the face with a sledgehammer.

I was devastated not only for me, but for Pauly too. I didn't want him to have to take care of me forever. I was 22 and he was 25. That felt like way too much to ask of someone who I adored and who also had his whole life ahead of him.

I told him that I'd totally understand if he wanted to move on.

You know what he said to me?

“I don’t care if you’re in a wheelchair. I’ll wheel you all around the world!”

He exclaimed this with such enthusiasm that there was no way that I could not believe him.

Every time I recall this, I am still amazed.

Pauly gave me the gift of unconditional love. His focus wasn't on my body. It still isn't. Pauly sees my soul, my true inner self.

To have someone see you for what you really are: as a perfect and whole infinite being, well...I absolutely love that.

Seeing myself as whole has been key in creating healing of my rheumatoid arthritis. It has taken me years to be willing to consider how my attitude/perception affects the energy of my environment, including my body. Yet whenever I remember this in the present moment, (even though life in a body is still a complete mystery) everything is all good.

As I was considering the human form, it occurred to me that it's like a temporary vehicle for love energy.

As soon as I thought that, I immediately said to myself, "Hey! Wouldn't that make my body a LOVE MACHINE?" Yes! Yes, it would! A vehicle of expression to be used for a little while during this short stint on planet Earth.

So...how am I gonna use my love machine this weekend? What would feel good?

I'm thinking it'd be fun to do some remodeling, cooking, hanging with friends and releasing a bunch of crazy dance moves from mah body!

Or maybe I'll save them for Home Depot [Booty smack!] and see what happens.