My Body
Where I live.
My body is finally speaking up for itself, letting me know which muscle is which, where the tendons connect, and my stomach’s least favorite recipes. I’m getting better at listening to my body. He’s saying to me, I will not last forever, but I may linger a bit longer if you spend some time fully embodied with me. So I consent to grow older by feeling those sensations I once ignored and refused, and by letting my body show me that when one beauty fades another one blossoms.
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- Jonah · December 18‹ My Patient CompanionEnlightenment ›