Your body
is not
a battlefield.
It’s time
to put down
your weapons.
~ Olivia
Quote Source: Sun For Her Soul via Your Eyes Blaze Out. Portrait Credit: Thierry DeHove
I can't sleep…
Your body
is not
a battlefield.
It’s time
to put down
your weapons.
~ Olivia
Quote Source: Sun For Her Soul via Your Eyes Blaze Out. Portrait Credit: Thierry DeHove
Poignant and true – and will you listen? 😉
Me? This post was dedicated to you!
Laughing…sometimes I think we are two sides of the same coin. Who derides his body ALL THE TIME? Who pushes himself – with stress and worry and echoes of not-good-enough regularly? Who is harder on himself than just about anyone I’ve never met but know anyway (by definition I can’t respond affirmatively to this, ’cause I’ve met me). There. This post is for me. This post is for you.
Laughing. (And agreeing with all of it. Love your turn of words here. Love it)
mimi and david, this post if for both of you, and all of us collectively. make love to and with your body, not war.
Shinto speaks wisdom. Yes. Yes.
My body was a recent battleground when a common cold virus gatecrashed my boundaries, I won that fight. Common colds are banned for the rest of the year, if a cold dares to come before me again I have a huge battle axe called hot honey with a real lemon to teach it not to mess with my body.
Great plan (love hot honey)
my body is not willing to listen
Nor mine either, and why the post went up.
My body is my buddy–we made a pact years ago and I’ve done my best to hold up my end of the bargain. So far, so good…. And Mimi’s right, David. You’re like Achilles goin’ to war on your bad self…. 😉
🙂 No further comment. 2 against 1. Almost a fair fight.
You know I believe the words of this post… 🙂 Your body is your home, a place you will be living your whole life…treat it well.
Of course I knew that you were believe this…
Photograph is very beautiful, very lively.
It is Indira. Loved it too.
There’s almost a sense of pent breath being released in this tiny poem. Such a relief when the fight is over.
Wow, I think you captured how I felt too…”sense of pent up breath released”. So good Sandy.