In the past year I have definitely been on a journey towards listening and responding to my body. I am trying to be less Sergeant Major like towards the temple of my soul and more thoughtful and appreciative! Back in summer, whilst out for a jog in the blazing heat, I began imagining my body’s voice poetically and wrote the following poem.
Give me a break sometimes
as I hurtle my way down the grumpy gravelled path
You won’t have the last laugh if you’re constantly
bashing and clanging me
against precarious prickle
Yes, I know. I’m fickle. One moment pounding you against pavement, slogging your guts quite mercilessly whilst the next expecting you to melt into submission in evening meditation
There has to me some mediation.
For you are my home when all is said and done.
May we begin again as friends if I promise to
really listen this time?