I should say thank you, for all the things it brings me, like riding my bike and good tastes and listening to music and grooving when the music is thumpy and all the sensations of touch and breath. Do more yoga and do it better! Ignore that muscle fatigue and do as I say! If that stretch hurts, hold it longer! Run around that and if you're tired, pick it up! Jump in cold water! Lift that heavy thing! Lift it again! And my sweet obedient body tries, until it can't and I condemn it again. Do I never tell my body that I love it? God knows I push it hard enough. It was quite a sensation, one I've never had. Without much consideration, I thought 'I love you, body.' My whole body just flared, a rush of sensation like a flush or a pulse of heat.
I was idly thinking, like I do this time about lifting heavy things and being sore. The most extraordinary thing happened while I was drowsing in bed this morning.
