Saturday, March 26, 2011
Sing it out loud
You should be proud!
And *blushes* yes, I am.
OK, my body is by no means perfect. It's almost 60, after all. And a decade ago, was some 85 pounds heavier. It's borne two babies. Endured serious illness, and a number of surgeries.
So of course it has some wrinkles, and it has some stretchy saggy stuff.
I'm enjoying living in my body.
I'm enjoying moving my body.
I'm enjoying dressing my body.
Some of you will know e.e. cummings' great poem, "i like my body . . ." : it's somewhat erotic, so I won't copy and paste it here.
If you'd like to read it, here's the link:
But -- erotic situations aside -- it's good to be in this space. This body. Feeling strong, lean, fluid and flexible.
We sometimes think of ourselves as "ghosts in the machine" -- spiritual or intellectual or emotional entities inside a shell. Truth is, the quality of our spiritual experience, our intellectual prowess, our emotional intensity: all of these are inextricably intertwined with the physical embodiment that moves us -- moves us literally and moves us metaphorically.
Am I an intellectual type? Yup, card carrying and fully credentialed: there is no denying it.
But (and just as important): I like my body. I like being a body.