as I’m sitting here, experiencing tight hips
pondering persistent persnickety pain
no longer cussing on my cushion
my tolerance for discomfort expanding including heavy neck
invariably inviting greater pleasure, too, below the head
running and walking the track at sunrise
indeed aware that motion is lotion
the inner massage
so even when don’t feel like doing it
cultivate drive
devote to health
this births discipline
fuels creative fire
where’d like to be is feeling as good as yesterday
mother’s day,
breaking a 38-hour family
fast with a delicious meal
meditation
movement
quality time
of family love
one thing can help: pace
feelin’ good doesn’t mean need overextend
been there, done that, no more
what matters most is that i write to heal
as a sober creative woman of integrity
i send this telegraph out to the Universe
God hears it
Goddess knows it
Grace bestows it(self)
one thing i appreciate is the message from my therapist,
“Amy you get to put good things into your body.”
I almost cried.
wish i’d heard it way back when
grateful i heard it now…
finally i get to pass it along
you get to put good things in your body
maybe
it means a fast?
from food?
from media?
from work?
maybe
it means putting
good motion in your day
now i pause and go
mail a birthday card to a beloved friend
better than text
really
