I am truly blessed at the of age 65 I really only deal with asthma and seasonal allergies. Knock on wood that I continue on a good health journey.
I will be visiting my Dad for Father’s day that suffers from digestive issues and hardly leaves his condo. He is approaching 90 but otherwise doing well health wise. at this time. Sometimes it is so nerve wracking seeing all the food recalls. Is it me or has this increased over the past year?
No,
dear Robin Ann,
it does seem like there are more now,
but that should change
as food regulations are reduced or discontinued
with the new ‘administration’. ♥
A few months ago
I asked my husband
to take a picture of my hands . . .
he couldn’t imagine why,
as they are no longer young and soft.
My hands
tell a story of hard work and love,
the need to do,
the need to fix,
the need to create.
My fingers were agile enough to do fine beadwork
and draw the perfect curve,
to pinch flowers back and shovel holes.
They could swing a hammer,
sand and paint . . .
furniture, walls, and fences.
They worked so well
for digging steamers
and selling hods of them to make a summer’s living,
for brushing the hair out of my son’s eyes,
feeding a baby bird with toothpicks–
tiny chop sticks.
They could knot macrame with the best of them,
sew a hem,
dye my arms purple in a pot full of fabric,
cut vegetables,
paint a picture,
write a letter,
or cuff the cat
to teach her
that one just doesn’t bite another in the face for fun.
They could also wrap my dead son
tenderly in a blanket
as well as a small, trapped bat,
so it could be released to the sky.
Now,
my hands are gnarled from arthritis,
veiny and scarred,
scratched from playing with the new kitten . . .
my fingernails
can only bear the lightest,
most translucent nail polish
if I ever decide to indulge myself.
But I see my hands
as more beautiful than when they were young and perfect,
and when I asked my husband to take a picture of my hands
I wanted to capture that beauty for me,
to remind me how grateful I am for the gift of them . . .
two of my most prized possessions. ♥
When I was a young fellow I was always fascinated by old men’s hands dear Sparrow. Now that I have “old man hands” of my own, they tell my history. I have several scars I can recount the tale of how that became a permanent feature.
My body is amazingly capable and will do a lot of hard work. And it’s incumbent upon me to tend to my body, because when I ignore it, it will complain in no uncertain terms. So there’s a sort of reciprocity between body and mind.
I have always been amazed at the durability, and at the same time, the fragility of my body.
I’m grateful for all that this body has carried me through. And I have not always been good to it.
I’m learning to be better.
When I take in the wonder of my living body, it wakes me up from a state of sleepwalking through life.
It reminds me of the miracle of my life, and the miracle of all life.
☀️☀️☀️
My intention for today is to live my life fully, and to savor the moments.
When I take in the wonder of my living body, I appreciate the love and care my mom has shown me. So, I understand that I’m fortunate. May you all have a beautiful day filled with joy and love.
I am amazed @ how strong & resilient it is.
I am amazed @ the healing powers my body has.
I am grateful for my body, mind & soul.
I feel great love for her. 🩷
We are not all blessed to experience the winter of a living body. Many die young and most of us who are allowed to hang around and become elderly have not always been kind to our bodies. I do take in the wonder of my living body because I realize that I have made many unreasonable demands on it through the years and have not always been a good caretaker. I do my best to be kind to it these days. Deep appreciation for it arises often.
Gratitude for the resilience of all that it has been through in this lifetime and all of the physical ailments it has healed from. Gratitude for how the inside of me operates on its own, while knowing that what I nourish my body with can help it continue to thrive. And a deep appreciation for the reminders that movement is so important. From the way my body stiffened up while running a business to how I found my flexibility and strength again by getting back into my yoga practice and other regular exercise after we moved. I feel so much better now than I did this time last year! Physically AND mentally!
Thank you, Carol. I have always said that everything happens for a reason, and this year I added, “everything is always working out for me.” It’s working 🙂
I am amazed at how my body operates. Despite all the mental and physical injuries I have endured, my body still persists. And for that, I am grateful. 🧡
At a minimum, I am surprised that here I am: 78 years old and able to walk and talk and jog/walk a couple miles 3 or more times a week. And I still crave the presence of my wife of almost 20 years.
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Deep gratitude for all the joy and fulfillment my body brings me.
Dancing, making love, eating and drinking, hugging my child, singing, rising my bike in spring, listening to music, receiving a massage.
Also, I couldn’t do the work I do without my body, my senses, the signals my body sends me about the other, myself and the situation we are in.
I am eternally grateful for my live and my living body.
I am truly blessed at the of age 65 I really only deal with asthma and seasonal allergies. Knock on wood that I continue on a good health journey.
I will be visiting my Dad for Father’s day that suffers from digestive issues and hardly leaves his condo. He is approaching 90 but otherwise doing well health wise. at this time. Sometimes it is so nerve wracking seeing all the food recalls. Is it me or has this increased over the past year?
No,
dear Robin Ann,
it does seem like there are more now,
but that should change
as food regulations are reduced or discontinued
with the new ‘administration’. ♥
Hopefully!!
A few months ago
I asked my husband
to take a picture of my hands . . .
he couldn’t imagine why,
as they are no longer young and soft.
My hands
tell a story of hard work and love,
the need to do,
the need to fix,
the need to create.
My fingers were agile enough to do fine beadwork
and draw the perfect curve,
to pinch flowers back and shovel holes.
They could swing a hammer,
sand and paint . . .
furniture, walls, and fences.
They worked so well
for digging steamers
and selling hods of them to make a summer’s living,
for brushing the hair out of my son’s eyes,
feeding a baby bird with toothpicks–
tiny chop sticks.
They could knot macrame with the best of them,
sew a hem,
dye my arms purple in a pot full of fabric,
cut vegetables,
paint a picture,
write a letter,
or cuff the cat
to teach her
that one just doesn’t bite another in the face for fun.
They could also wrap my dead son
tenderly in a blanket
as well as a small, trapped bat,
so it could be released to the sky.
Now,
my hands are gnarled from arthritis,
veiny and scarred,
scratched from playing with the new kitten . . .
my fingernails
can only bear the lightest,
most translucent nail polish
if I ever decide to indulge myself.
But I see my hands
as more beautiful than when they were young and perfect,
and when I asked my husband to take a picture of my hands
I wanted to capture that beauty for me,
to remind me how grateful I am for the gift of them . . .
two of my most prized possessions. ♥
🩷
♥
This is so beautiful, Sparrow.
Thank you.
A little strict on the no face biting rule…😸😸😸😸
I’m still laughing about that. 😂😂😂
I cuffed in cat language. 🙂
I love this, Sparrow. I bet that photo of your hands is beautiful, and it makes me want to do the same… now and again over the years. Thank you.
I’ve always been interested in hands,
dear Sunnypatti . . .
maybe,
like you said,
I should keep doing it over the years . . . ♥
When I was a young fellow I was always fascinated by old men’s hands dear Sparrow. Now that I have “old man hands” of my own, they tell my history. I have several scars I can recount the tale of how that became a permanent feature.
Isn’t it lovely,
dear Joseph? ♥
Awe I am sure your hands show a life well lived!!
That’s how I feel about them,
dear Robin Ann . . . 🙂
I can imagine the photo of your hands next to what you just wrote, hanging on the wall as a piece of art. What beautiful imagery you give us.
No apologies,
dear Drea . . .
I think old hands
are the most beautiful in the world. ♥
My body is amazingly capable and will do a lot of hard work. And it’s incumbent upon me to tend to my body, because when I ignore it, it will complain in no uncertain terms. So there’s a sort of reciprocity between body and mind.
There sure is,
dear Drea . . .
I can no longer deny this. 🙂
I have always been amazed at the durability, and at the same time, the fragility of my body.
I’m grateful for all that this body has carried me through. And I have not always been good to it.
I’m learning to be better.
When I take in the wonder of my living body, it wakes me up from a state of sleepwalking through life.
It reminds me of the miracle of my life, and the miracle of all life.
☀️☀️☀️
My intention for today is to live my life fully, and to savor the moments.
When I take in the wonder of my living body, I appreciate the love and care my mom has shown me. So, I understand that I’m fortunate. May you all have a beautiful day filled with joy and love.
My Ngoc, After all, our moms gave birth to us.
Awe, gratitude, amazement
I am in awe of how wonderfully I am made and thank the Creator.
I am amazed @ how strong & resilient it is.
I am amazed @ the healing powers my body has.
I am grateful for my body, mind & soul.
I feel great love for her. 🩷
Yes, PKR, the strength, resilience, and healing powers!
Our bodies are so amazing!
Thank you.
We are not all blessed to experience the winter of a living body. Many die young and most of us who are allowed to hang around and become elderly have not always been kind to our bodies. I do take in the wonder of my living body because I realize that I have made many unreasonable demands on it through the years and have not always been a good caretaker. I do my best to be kind to it these days. Deep appreciation for it arises often.
Yes, yes, yes,
dear Carol . . .
I too,
feel blessed
to be heading into winter. ♥
Gratitude for the resilience of all that it has been through in this lifetime and all of the physical ailments it has healed from. Gratitude for how the inside of me operates on its own, while knowing that what I nourish my body with can help it continue to thrive. And a deep appreciation for the reminders that movement is so important. From the way my body stiffened up while running a business to how I found my flexibility and strength again by getting back into my yoga practice and other regular exercise after we moved. I feel so much better now than I did this time last year! Physically AND mentally!
It’s been so nice to following your awesome journey this past year! Congrats Sunnypatti!
Thank you so much, Robin Ann. It has been an awesome journey 🙂
I too,
am grateful,
dear Sunnypatti,
that you have found your body again. ♥
Thank you, Sparrow. It’s nice to be able to be me, for me!
Patti, I am so happy for you and glad life led you and your husband to a place and space where you can grow.
Thank you, Carol. I have always said that everything happens for a reason, and this year I added, “everything is always working out for me.” It’s working 🙂
My body feels lighter, natural healing happens, and my sleep cycle at night is deeper.
I always find sleep to be a great healer, Loc.
I am amazed at how my body operates. Despite all the mental and physical injuries I have endured, my body still persists. And for that, I am grateful. 🧡
Jennifer, it’s amazing to see how resilient we are. We often make things harder than they need to be.
At a minimum, I am surprised that here I am: 78 years old and able to walk and talk and jog/walk a couple miles 3 or more times a week. And I still crave the presence of my wife of almost 20 years.
I love the part about still craving the presence of your wife of almost 20 years.
That’s so beautiful, John.
John, Your post makes me smile!