I Married Myself.

A sacred rite of passage into wholeness.

Last weekend I married myself.

Not as a symbol of independence—but as a sacred act of wholeness.

To meet others not from need, but from union.

To invite another not to complete me, but to worship what is already whole.

I vowed to honour the temple of my body

as sacred ground where light and dark, spirit and matter, masculine and feminine,

come to make love, through devotion, through truth, through movement, through breath, touch and presence.

To my inner masculine:

I vowed to meet him with love & tenderness.

To trust him as the ground that holds me.

To lean into his strength and steady presence.

I vowed to bow to his discipline and follow his direction with trust.

I choose to honour his clarity, his leadership, and his protective fire.

I vowed to love & honour him in his lightness — his vision, his direction, his purpose, his integrity, his presence, his devotion and sacred protection.

and to devote myself to him in his darkness — his unapologetic power, his penetrating truth, his sexual mastery and his clean and fierce boundaries.

I vowed not to tame or dilute him, but to meet him fully in the places where others have flinched or feared.

I vowed not to control him, but to trust him, fully.

You are the guardian of my temple. The key to my unfolding. The one I bow to as I rise.

To my inner feminine:

I vowed to stay present with the intensity of her emotions and her movement.

To feel her fully, even when it’s uncomfortable or overwhelming.

I won’t try to fix her or contain her.

I will not silence her, suppress her, or make her more convenient.

I vowed to love & honour her powerful sensitivity as sacred intelligence,

her intuition as divine guidance, and her wild beauty as a force of nature.

I vowed to honour her in her lightness—her radiance, her receptivity, her playfulness and her unconditional love,

and to worship her in her darkness —her mystery, her erotic power, her initiatory force, her seduction, her magnetic embodiment, her sacred chaos and her shadow desires.

I vowed not to abandon or reject her, but to provide her the safety and stability she’s longed for—not through control, but through presence.

She is not too much.

She is the mystery I choose, again and again.

She is the sacred pulse of life inside me—and I vowed to never turn away from her.

Inner Marriage Immersion WHOLE by Clara Gomez Santos

Images — Muriel Rieben