Body

Have you ever thought about why certain words carry certain meaning? Like, why is the human body called 'body'? And why do women use 'body' to describe a great feature of their hair? The word 'body' means that life is carried within it; it means to be full of something. Normally, people run to energize for the day, or to gain energy after a long day. However, there comes a point when after too much running, the body does not have energy, nor seeks to gain any from further running. After much battling and physical and emotional fatigue this week, it occurred to me that no matter how hard I fought it, I had a body...and my body naturally wants to be filled with life and air and energy which was being continually suffocated from its natural desire. 



I stand between a rock and a hard place knowing that there are essentially two choices in life: to use my body as a weapon against the lies in my head, or...use it as a cannon... [No pun intended] to propel me through life. I could use my legs as the very way to see the world...stopping by places and thoughts that need attention and positive regard, or...use my legs to condemn and feed the negativity that pervades the mind and soul.

I watched the sun set and the sun rise in the last 24 hours, and as I watched the earth turn over from night to day, and watched the sun set fire to the darkness and then rekindle in the morning, it became evident that the earth too has body. It needs energy and life and air to fuel the day. And so, the choice remains that I can work with the rise and set of the sun and be reminded of what propels the night to day and ask for that same thing to fuel my legs and send me forth through the day...