Pain

       

SENSIBILITY 

Over the past two months I have been coerced by an angry body to face the limitations that come with negligence.  Each morning since the initial eruption of pain, I rise tentatively and quite frightened of the sensations to come.  Abuse, overuse, underuse...there are many diagnosis for the neglect of ones skeleton and fascia. The result can be a heavy load to bear as I face the pain that stops habits, good and bad in their tracks.  Restoration and recovery are my work now...no choice but to face the product of my mindless journey to this space and learn from it.

  

REFLECTION

If this pain were a color, it would be that gray blackish brownish hue that results when you give a young child a paintbrush and an array of tempera pots.  Layer upon layer of activity leads to an unknown and unintended destination.  The colors come innocently at first, as do the quiet twinges of sensation in my body, warnings really of what may be ahead.   Growing intensity and passion rule, as one experiments with a brush stroke here, a smash or a splay there, all of which satisfy some urgent purpose.  Pre-schoolers plod on insistently, without analysis or thought it might seem, to the finish line of their masterpiece.  In the end pots lay depleted of their contents, brushes once multi streaked and supple now dried and distorted by the ravages of colorful sludge.  The paper canvas is saturated and will accept no further assault.  The creator rests.

 So too the muscles and the joints of my body..saturated, overwhelmed and colored dismal - having grown ever weaker with the layers of abusive activity.  Over the din of aching and stabbing complaints, my body sobs at the heaviness of the hue that lays draped over my person and spirit.  

No masterpiece here, but perhaps the same enlightenment that occurs to the little ones.....

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