This week I am grateful for the fact that I can feel and move every single part of my body.
After not doing much exercise for the past few years, I started with a hectic running programme about 2 weeks ago. It has been incredibly hard and while I am not at the point yet where I can say that it is rewarding, I am extremely grateful for the ability to move every single muscle and feel every single ache and pain.
My body works really well, yet I barely even notice it.
I am certainly not aware of every breath that I take.
I am certainly not aware of the fact that something as simple as sneezing or coughing or chewing gum or typing this post is happening because of a multitude of reflexes and messages in my brain being sent to the various muscles and nerves that need to work to carry out these tasks.
I am certainly not aware of the fact that me being able to sit and stand and lie down and open my eyes and blink and rub my nose and get up in the morning is as a result of my brain and muscle neurons working together.
I have thought about this all week and I find it to be a problem.
I find it problematic that I take things like walking, talking, running, moving for granted.
I find it problematic that my body works very, very hard for me ALL THE TIME and yet I don’t look after her the way I should.
I take her energy and her strength for granted.
I abuse and punish her periodically.
I curse her when I need to buy new clothing and I end up having to look in a mirror.
I get angry with her when she is sick and doesn’t perform optimally. I become impatient that I need to rest her when I have so much work to do. How dare she and her germs and her low immune system interfere with my life? Why can’t she do what I need her to do at this very minute?
Yet, she works extremely hard for me and has practically been a star performer up to now. She has carried my unborn children. She has birthed my children. She has fed them as newborns. She has breathed in their little baby scents. She is able to hug and touch them and hold them and rock them. She is able to nurture and comfort. She is able to do so much more than I give her credit for.
I recently started to read this blog. Tracy is navigating her life as a quadriplegic after breaking her neck in an accident a few years ago. She writes in a way that deeply moves me, and EVERY SINGLE TIME I read a post of hers I am in awe. In awe of her words. In awe of her mind. In awe of her resilience and her strength. In awe of her spirit. In awe of her ability to put so much into perspective. In awe of my body which I treat so badly at times.
Today I am grateful for my body and the fact that she is in perfect working order.
I am grateful for opportunities where I am provided with a new awareness of how fabulous she really is.
I am grateful for second chances with her in areas where I have failed her in the past.
I am grateful for new opportunities with her.
I am grateful for the chance to respect her, to nurture her, to exercise her, to hydrate her, to rest her when necessary and to feed her wholesome and healthy foods that will help her perform even more optimally.
She is a fine young thing and she serves me well.
I am grateful for the chance to love her. Warts and all.
Today I am grateful for my temple.
My contribution to Maxabella Loves.