Reverb 10, Day 12: Body Integration

Over the month of December, I am taking part in Reverb 10, and the daily prompt for today from Patrick Reynolds is this:
Body integration.
This year, when did you feel the most integrated with your body? Did you have a moment where there wasn't mind and body, but simply a cohesive YOU, alive and present?
Body integration makes no sense to me. I have never experienced it and have no understanding why it is at all desirable.

my belly and the bathroom sink

My physical body is the meat machine I run and will one day gladly leave. Living in it is not a roundly terrible experience, but it is rife with annoyances. The body takes so much damn effort to take care of properly. Its constant and unremitting need for food, water, sleep, and movement is tiresome when I am faced with its eventual rewards: age, deterioration, and death.

I know. My thoughts on this topic are a veritable ray of sunshine.

The best way to deal with this nearly untenable situation, though, is not to wallow. I think the idea is to make the best of a bad situation, which is what I am learning to master, and you should, too. Bodies get cancer and acne and hungry and tired and the flu and allergies and smelly, but they also swim in cool water and smell good food cooking and orgasm and give fond looks to people we love and let us feel things like the crack of discarded snail shells between our fingers and dance to slow music cheek-to-cheek.

While my body is a particular house I will not be sad to leave, it allows me to be here doing this with you for the brief time that we are on this planet, and that is particularly incredible.


PS.  These Dansko boots I'm giving away might make your feet happy.

PPS.  Check out my kitty cat named Onion.


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