Sunday’s Flagellation Completed

Sunday’s flagellation is a sacred time for me to acknowledge what needs to be done. It’s a form of discipline (self). I know, I know — compared to who right...well compared to self. We can always do better.

While I am well-acquainted with emotional torment, I now seek more physical sensations. Tonight, I practiced cupping.

I heated glass cups and placed them on my skin, creating a suction that lifts and separates the tissues. The sensation is a blend of pressure and release, drawing blood flow to the surface and encouraging the body’s natural healing processes.

It felt like a bee sting and now the spots are sore to the touch, similar to a bruise. As the cups create small vacuums on the skin, there is a sense of being drawn back into my own body. The sensation is grounding, a reminder of my physical presence in a world that often feels detached and disembodied.