Changes

My body and my psyche are currently on spin cycle.

I’ve been knocked around by the latest viral delight to have nested in my bones.

I’ve appreciated the rest, that is for certain. I’m so grateful to be sharing this home with children who help out and a husband whose motto has always been ‘get the job done.’

I miss my health, though. I miss the strength of my muscles and the sweat on my forehead during yoga sessions. I miss making toast without groaning from the aches.

Isn’t that a beautiful kind of pointing? It’s showing me just what I’ve got, and what I so often take for granted. There’s no way it was a coincidence that my 96 year old neighbour called today, for a chat. ‘So many things’, he said, ‘I used to be able to do are no longer options for me’. His body no longer gifts him these simple pleasures.

So, here we are. Yin and Yang once more. Sickness to illuminate the beauty of health.

I will treasure each easy breath once I have full access to my lungs, once more.