When we relate to our bodies as having soul, we attend to their beauty, their poetry and their expressiveness. Our very habit of treating the body as a machine, whose muscles are like pulleys and its organs engines, forces its poetry underground, so that we experience the body as an instrument and see its poetics only in illness. ― Thomas Moore
It seems, in fact, that for many people it takes illness and the impetus to get well again to truly find out what it is to be alive. And then illness can be seen as a gift since there are so many people walking around half dead without even knowing it.
I am grateful that I now recognize the poetry of my body — in illness and in wellness. What an incredible and mysterious gift it is to be alive in this temple.
Learning about this amazing body has taken many different forms as I recover. Here are a few of them: