Friday, November 07, 2014
Precious:a resource of great value; not to be wasted or treated carelessly.
I have a challenge for you, and myself. Each time you think about your body, insert the word "precious" as the first, and perhaps only, adjective. I just ate a nutritious breakfast and, before eating, I silently said grace and this was my prayer: "please help me to take proper care of my one and only precious body". I actually prepared myself a good breakfast, and I actually sat at the table to eat it, and I actually said grace before consuming it. I don't always do this but when I do, I feel better. I also feel more nourished and satisfied.
My body is not precious because of how it looks. My body is precious because it is the only one I have ever had or will ever have and it does miraculous and amazing things every second of every day, even when I pay it no attention, even when I feed it things that make it feel badly, even when I am sleeping, even when I am just sitting - it performs amazing functions so that I may have the privilege of being alive. It is the vehicle that carries my soul. It is the vessel that houses my brain. It is the instrument I use to demonstrate, and to receive, love. It is a source of pleasure and it withstands pain.
I attended two memorials in two days last week. The first memorial was for a 36 year old man that i described in a prior blog. He was handsome and tall and fit and athletic and had the most gorgeous hair and smile and he put a bullet in his brain because his brain tormented him. His strong healthy body was no match for a brain that went haywire. The second memorial was for a woman who died at the age of 96, leaving behind a body that was frail and diminished by time and pain but that fought for every last breath until the end. Both were loved, both are missed, each soul invaluable.
Driving back from the second memorial, a five hour drive from my home, I had the luxury of time to myself, quiet time to think and time to appreciate the sights around me. I glanced in my rearview mirror at one point and gasped. There was a gorgeous sunrise. I pulled over to appreciate it and I felt deeply grateful to be alive. I was heading home to a family who needs me and loves me and who drives me a little crazy and who wants me to be around until I am old and frail. I was driving home to see friends who love me and appreciate me and who don't withhold love and approval because I am not a certain weight or size - they just love me as is. I am more aware than ever of how fortunate I am to be here. To love and be loved. To experience tiny miracles and great blessings. I count you among my blessings, Sparkfriends. Please take good care of your precious, precious selves.