What good is a body?
Its senses offer awareness.
Its movements exercise connectedness.
Its behavior shows what it is thinking.
Its responsiveness proves its attention.
Its spontaneity, a display of flexibility.
Its skill, evidence of its teaching.
Its performance shows that it has practiced.
Its coordination calls on its balance.
Its competence demonstrates its consistency.
Its record shows its preparation.
A body grows when it is nourished,
Its fragrant fruit is sweet success.
The body diminishes when undernourished,
love withheld steals vital stores.
Separate from each other,
the body’s design amounts to nothing.
Helpless to sense,
Hopeless to move,
Confused in thought,
Distracted in direction,
Paralyzed in place or…Listless…Wandering…..Lost.
A body performs magnificently,
when we treat it as it asks.
If we listen as it speaks.
The body doesn’t lie.
What is your body meant to do with its one chance?
How does it respond when you’re not looking?
What does it say when you’re not thinking?
Where does it go when there are no directions?
Whom does it follow when the teacher leaves the room?
How does it work when no one is watching?
The body is our good gift,
meant for the work of one lifetime;
begun in us, created and still creating through us.
The body tells the truth.
Truth does a body good.
Let’s DO this! …
At a certain time, say, 7:00 pm Friday night, we all just walk out of the building we are in. Just out.
Just for a few minutes.
Not rally, not speeches, not organized.
Talk to neighbor. Just OUT.
Ready to move on.
Beyond putting one another down to feel raised up.
Beyond pitting one against another.
Beyond destroying this Earth that holds us.
Together we stand.
I stand here, next to you.
You stand there, next to me.
Person by Person. Neighborhood by neighborhood.
City by City.
Land by Land.
We, the people.
~ Magi Treece
Pray upon rising and before retiring. Pray before you eat, before you speak, before you act. Pray yourself into your day, all along and through your day. Pray without ceasing.
I’m all good intentions. It’s just that once I get going, I get rolling and don’t think to stop. So I slipped a reminder rubber band around my wrist as a prayer companion.
I can twist it in my hand and pray quietly or twang it on my wrist and pray forcefully. Slide it up and over my thumb and, instantly, prayer is in the palm of my hand. Whatever I touch is prayer. It sends me the softest reminder as I roll, press, slide or tug. “I’m here, right now, in your circumstance.”
After dinner, my daughter looked at me and laughed. “Mom,” she told me, “you have a Pokemon sitting on your hand.” She snapped a photo, so I could see it. Look at that! Pokemon Eevee was right there on may hand and I never knew it!
And right next to Eevee is my little prayer rubber band, twisted gently around my wrist. See it? So, if our mobile phones can allow us to see things that aren’t really there, could there be things there that we just can’t see yet? Things we can feel but haven’t quite captured?
That small rubber band makes prayer feel real for me, moment by moment. I wonder what those prayers would look like if I could capture a digital image.
It’s probably only a matter of time.