A Day for the Body
Sometimes my mind switches off and the body takes over. I feel instead of think. The clench of a muscle, a wave of goosebump from the leg all the way up to my arms.
My body pulls the strings and I follow. It makes me walk swanky, bust out a fancy move with the spatula in my hand when I cook, sing in the most off-key tone, make the silliest faces.
It urges me to wear a dress. Just because.
And I do. A pretty floral dress that kisses my legs deliciously, my favorite lipstick, a swish of a brush loaded with some blusher, a spray of wood sage and sea salt.
I feel a flutter of impatience so I go out and walk. I step in and out of stores, filling myself up with the visions of things I find beautiful.
A quick break for coffee. A cortado today, not cappuccino, because that’s what I want. I take a sip and let the foam tingle on my tongue for a minute.
I know what my body wants. It’s loud, unashamed, and unapologetic in making it known, unlike my mind. And so I walk to where I can see green and smell green and feel the wet grass under my bare feet.
I only go back home when my body is quieter, responding to the call of the birds going back to their nests in the evening. A delicious ache in the legs after a day of walking, a final whiff of the morning’s perfume as I step out of the dress, feet dirty. Fully satiated for now.
Paired Listening
From the Five Part Body Playlist
