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My Body is Compassion
I’ve named my body Compassion Without her I would not feel She is the language of my sorrows Yes Speaking in tears telling me I need touch and comfort or shelter and rest And she speaks in joy my step bounces my heart sings Without her I would feel nothing Not the wind calming not Continue reading
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Her Body
For a woman her body is ever changing Whether she bears children or not She cannot escape the chemistry inside her For so long I’ve been taught the way my body looks is important to others It will win me love or rejection So the changes that come to my body became intertwined with my Continue reading
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This Body
I look at my body and frown Too fat Too many spots Too achy And I realize I am speaking to her the words I’ve always feared to hear Too much or Too little Why do I treat her with such little grace? It’s not her fault that she responds to our world to food Continue reading
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My Body Aches
Why do I get mad at my body for telling me when it aches? I should be glad grateful when it says Too much! please stop slow down rest be gentler Continue reading
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My Body is my Language
Dear body whatever we face I love you Whatever we feel we are worthy of all the things life gives to us I no longer want to be stunned and frozen at every sensation I label and maybe mislabel as dangeours or scary You are my language My language of experience You speak the words Continue reading
About Me
An obsessive journaler who loves meeting others along their journey and giving them a hand to hold through pieces of writing. I write about the heartbreaks of life and the joys, the ups and downs, and I often learn my greatest lessons and miracles from nature.
Joyful Ruins 