Blessed are my feet, that have brought me in these ways.
Blessed are my knees, that shall kneel at the sacred altar.
Blessed is my sex, without which we would not be.
Blessed are my breasts, formed in strength and beauty.
Blessed are my lips, which will speak the sacred Names.
Blessed are my hands, that will do the work of the Gods.
Blessed is my head, which coordinates my movements.
Blessed are my senses, that taste the Magick of the world.
Blessed are my internal organs, fitted together in form and
Blessed is my skin, which contains and protects me.
Blessed is my blood, which nourishes me.
Blessed are my bones, which support me.
Blessed is my flesh, in whatever age or stage it presents itself to
Blessed am I:
I am her child.
I am Her Self.
~~I *think* this is a Feri thing, since I found it in conjunction with a Feri site (it is part of the Pentacle Workbook), but I’m not certain. As an affirmation though, it rocks.