No one else knows the fullness of my story. No one has been
with me throughout all the difficulties and joyous experiences, no one has
stood by me through the entirety of my experience except my body.
She has been with me through it all. When my son died, my
heart refused to stop beating even as I willed it to do so and when my dog was
drowning in an icy lake she swam me out to rescue her. She rode waves of pain
to birth my children and then was generous enough to feed them.
Every blinding pain and exquisite pleasure has been shared
with her.
In my most tortured moments I have been surrounded by her
warm flesh and filled by her nourishing breath.
She has allowed me to walk away, to run toward, to stand and
fight, to lie down and rest and when my spirit needs to soar and leave her for
a time, she waits for me.
Even though I have treated her poorly. Even though I have
allowed others to treat her poorly, she is still willing to heal, to cleanse
herself and try again.
She has not been able to do everything I have ever asked of
her but she has done everything she could. And though she is smaller than many,
she has used all her strength when the need was great.
Sometimes I lose touch with her. And these are the times I
must reacquaint myself with silence and let silence lead me by the hand back to
myself and the deep wisdom, the constant companionship and unswerving loyalty
of my body.
This made me cry, thank you for reminding me about my body. She has carried me faithfully and without much thanks for many years.
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