this body is a changing
It started with my eyes. I couldn’t read the small print anymore. It took my surprise; it still takes me by surprise..even after having bought the two pairs of reading glasses. I try not not wear the glasses; I do eye yoga..but still it matters little. My eyes just aren’t the same.
Next it was my feet. Sore and constantly popping. I have a nagging feeling that my big toe is jammed. This has worked its way up to my hips and back, through my shoulder blades and right to the base of my skull. Maybe it has happened the other way around. I could just as easily say this all started at C1 and slowly worked it way down to my feet.
The progression of these events is of little interest to me at this point. My body is changing and I have to deal with it. I can’t eat whatever I want; my skin needs better care and protection; I can’t run as far and as fast as I could a few years ago. But then again, I don’t really want to. What is it that I want?
I want to age with a bit of dignity. I want a reasonable amount of respect for my years not all of which is based on my physical condition. I want to dance and bend with little effort until I no longer walk this earth. I want to feel beautiful…