The best part was it spoke to last nights prayers, almost verbatim. I prayed to live safely, normally, peacefully in a body that’s been telling me otherwise despite the fact that we put out all the fires twelve or fifteen years ago. Literally. I mean, the fire department helped with the very last one but it’s been smooth sailing since.
How many years of love and stability do we need to believe we’re safe in our own skin? How long does it take for a tree to heal the gash in its side? Since humans don’t live for 300 years how do we experience each unpredictable day in the peace promised through faith? Just do it. Swoosh.
Hey body, God has spoken so you should probably listen and yield. Whaddya say?
Body: My hobbies include reacting poorly to interventions that seem to work for everyone else, sending spontaneous water slides of cortisol down the vagus nerve highway, hormonal imbalances, sleep disturbances, adult acne flare ups and shooting sensations of psychosomatic symptoms to ensure you’re in a chronic state of discomfort and panic. Also, my muscle making ability is great.
That’s kinda what I thought you’d say. Jerk. I mean, I’m gonna pray for you. *sigh*
The painting is street art in Bucerias Mexico.