The gift of health. I feel like every morning I awake to a different guest or mood. Somedays getting out of bed presents a sense of happiness. Other days I may feel anxious, calm, tired, full of energy, sad, or drained. Each day I am greeted by one or more of those guests. What I have taken for granted though is the simple gift of being able to swing both legs over the bed and stand. The gift of just coming out of a warm bed, that for the most part gave me a restful sleep. Sometimes, I am so tuned in to the guests arrival I forget the gift of health. Recently, I hurt my back and was elated that it wasn't too bad but just bad enough to bring awareness to how fortunate I am to have a body that allows me to do all of activities I enjoy and even some that I do not. I was able to rehab my back pretty quickly with a whole lot of love and attention. Then today I woke up coughing feeling as if I didn't even have the energy to swing my legs out of bed. My chest felt tight, my head was a dead painful weight, and my eyes did not want to open. I had an obligation so I got up and realized my body was putting up a fight for rest. There it is...my body is telling me to rest in a way that I am unable to argue. Tears fill my eyes (probably because I feel like crap) and I am overwhelmed with gratitude for this body whom calibrates for me daily. Whom allows me to experience life with a steady cadence and who reminds me that I must recharge even if the list is long and the ambition is much. Today, I yield to you body and I thank you for all that you do. You deserve to be treated well :).
How often do you take for granted the simplicity of being able to get out of bed?
