My Body Knows
My heart knows...
what it wants. It knows that love is really the only option. It knows why I am here and what my life is about.
My legs know...
how to walk. How to dance. How to run and jump. My legs know how to take me anywhere I want to go.
My feet know...
that I love the warm. The sun. The sand. They know when I've stood too long in the same place and when it's time to move. They know how many miles they have walked.
My hands know...
how to type at lightning speed. They share special words with clients, friends, and loved ones. They help me share my mind with the world.
My hands know...
each key on a piano by heart. They know how to create song. How to share music. They know how to translate what I'm feeling into sound. They speak Chopin and Brahms. They make beauty.
My face knows...
how I'm feeling. It knows how to smile with all of the parts. It knows when I'm worried, happy, in love, grateful, laughing. It knows when I'm concerned. Learning. Thinking. It hides nothing.
My skin knows...
the sun. The shade. The cold. The warm. It remembers my mom, my dad. It knows touch. Love. Acceptance. It knows rejection and criticism.
My waist knows...
that it has once held a baby. That it is beautiful. That the scars from this are the most exquisite tattoos I could ever design.
My body knows...
that it needs care. And love. And acceptance. My body knows the truth. Even before I do. My body knows what I really want. And will always tell me... if I listen.
Now it's your turn.
My heart knows...
My legs know...
My feet know...
My hands know...
My face knows...
My skin knows...
My waist knows...
My body knows...