The birds enchanting me with their innate musical ability makes waking up to ease my ouches a splendid kind of soreness. The physical pain may just be what Nature is using to serve the purpose of making me alert to accept the remedy of my feathered friends.
The sun’s warmth already making me aware of the dawn of a new day and the end of a night of spasm from healing nerves and hungry muscles made the gentle breeze a great comfort to help me adjust my woozy brain to partake and participate in this brand new concert of life.
The memory of flowers waiting to fragrance me on my way to assist my body to remember the joy and importance of mobility made me appreciate what I can continue to do to attend to myself.
The laughter of children prompted me to appreciate how rejuvenating the breath of oxygenated lungs can be to even the most sore soul.
The clouds strolling along the blue roof that holds the firmament from closing in and swallowing me reminds me that like them I am divinely guided and protected.
The tears that release the heaviness of my heart as I sometimes wonder why life situations feel like a cruel disciplinarian. If nothing else it forces me to be honest and admit that I am happy to be alive even though I ask God why all this pain
The yesteryears that roam to and fro in the room of the mind encourage me to let life filter the debris of trauma so I can focus and understand with clarity what really matters now.
And so I choose to continue assisting the body to reinstate its ability to heal itself to restore/ maintain its physical function.
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