"You don't have a soul.
You are a soul.
You have a body."
We are so quick to dump on ourselves. Maybe we have a belly bump, or we think that our feet are too big. We have too much or too little hair. Wrinkles, love handles.....we scrutinize every little thing that society labels as "unattractive".
But George McDonald suggests that our bodies are "temporary clothing of the soul," and if that is the case, shouldn't we be celebrating our bodies for all they allow us to experience?
This past weekend for me was the kind that makes you fall in love with being alive. Watching determined athletes of all shapes and sizes take on the mighty marathon. Sweaty kisses at mile 16. Eating food so heavenly I had to close my eyes to absorb the experience. Laughing with friends while running in the sunshine. "Mandatory holding hands" while walking through the Commons, and stopping to take pictures as often as possible.
This weekend in Boston, humanity and all of its greatness gathered to exalt in the strength of our bodies. And it was fabulous.
And inspiring. My soul craves joy, and my amazing body allows that experience.
No more criticizing- only love.
Thank you body, for being with me on this journey.