This Dancing Body

This body ~ often taken for granted, sometimes ill or in pain, always ageing..
We feed it, rest it, keep it warm
Wish it other than it is
And then attend to higher things..

But then again.. this body ~ home, a miracle of design
The creative instrument through which our dance takes form
A crucible of life and breath
A begging bowl for Spirit..

This is a day to more consciously inhabit our physical form
To breathe, and move, and feel
To celebrate the physical, and fill it luxuriantly with ourselves
To find acceptance and then revelation in our flesh and bones
And attend with honour to this body that loves to dance.