Falling

This morning, while opening the bedroom blinds, I fell hard, twice. It’s funny now. I left the step stool in the path, I might have known. I wake early, in the dark. Then I stepped into the plastic storage box which tripped me, and I fell into, onto, the wooden step stool. I love slapstick, but love it best when it’s not me. The point is, I got up, I kept going. The blinds are open so the plants receive their light. I am grateful for my resilience.

This body is my home and I’ve abused it, have been taught to mistrust it, be ashamed of it, make apologies for it. It was a beast of burden. After all the years of hatred it endured, all unnecessary, it loves me still, like a friend I keep betraying. I hurt it and demean it. I reject it and belittle it. I judge it and I ignore it and it loves me still.

LBM 11/1/2022