When I was a kid, I didn’t think about my body. I ran around fields in central Kansas, my uncle’s junkyard, my grandpa’s farm. I climbed trees, crashed bicycles.
When I was in my teens and twenties, I didn’t think about my body. I drank and smoked and ate whatever I wanted and flung my body around like it was made of teflon.
When I was in my thirties I got sick and almost died a lot. Thinking about my body scared the hell out of me, so I stopped.
Now that I’m in my forties, I have to think about my body. I don’t know how to DO it though – not in a good way. Not in a healthy way. I concentrate on the aches and pains and use those as reasons not to move. I focus on the easiest way to get what I need so that I don’t have to exercise. I feel like the habit of not focusing on all of myself has t be unlearned and I don’t know how to do that.
Well, I don’t know how to do that YET.
I’m finally learning that if I want to do something, I can’t just make a resolution and DECIDE to do a thing all at once. I have to DECIDE every day. I have to put myself in the place of student, and understand that each day is a new opportunity to slowly push my habits to a healthier place. SO, when I get a Wand in my daily tarot draw, I do something that’s good for my body. I stretch. I walk more that day, I get on my bike, I take a hot shower and stay in it as long as I want. It’s almost like I’m courting myself so that we’ll get along better.
Wands are the suit of action. They ask you to move and go and ignite.
It’s a marathon, not a sprint, and I’m hoping that by the time I’m fifty, my body and I will be good friends.
Cross your fingers.