Body is something you need in order to stay
on this planet and you only get one.
And no matter which one you get, it will not
be satisfactory. It will not be beautiful
enough, it will not be fast enough, it will
not keep on for days at a time, but will
pull you down into a sleepy swamp and
demand apples and coffee and chocolate cake.
Body is a thing you have to carry
from one day into the next. Always the
same eyebrows over the same eyes in the same
skin when you look in the mirror, and the
same creaky knee when you get up from the
floor and the same wrist under the watchband.
The changes you can make are small and
costly—better to leave it as it is.
Body is a thing that you have to leave
eventually. You know that because you have
seen others do it, others who were once like you,
living inside their pile of bones and
flesh, smiling at you, loving you,
leaning in the doorway, talking to you
for hours and then one day they
are gone. No forwarding address.
I find Sutphen has a way of making a straightforward statement in such a way that it can make you pause and consider its meaning: Body is something you need in order to stay / on this planet and you only get one. True, we need a body and we only get one, but there is more to be said. She speaks to the universal discontent most (all?) of us feel at one time or another about the body we have been given – not beautiful enough, smart enough, just not quite good enough.
We carry these bodies with us from day to day, the same eyebrows over the same eyes in the same skin – isn’t this what we see looking into the mirror each morning? Do we look with wonder and appreciation, or critically, noticing the fine lines, the graying hairs? And then there are the creaky knees and hips. We can make some small changes but these can be expensive – better to leave it as it is.
Body is a thing that you have to leave eventually, another unarguable statement. This you know to be true because you have / seen others do it, others who were once like you. Think of all the people you have known, close to you or not, living inside their pile of bones and / flesh, smiling, loving, talking to you until one day they / are gone. They have left this life, these living, breathing bodies, without so much as a forwarding address. Isn’t that just how life is? So short. Only one life. So precious.
Wow, “no forwarding address”!
Struck home!❤️
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Yes, I thought that was a very powerful ending! thank you Kathryn
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Do we look with wonder and appreciation, or critically…
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a mis-tap, here’s the rest:
Timely perspective-giving post, as I just now left a shop try on room where I completely fell into criticizing my one and only (and mercifully), precious and healthy body for being – well you know – too fleshy.
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Oh Elaine, how many times, how many of us fall into that trap – good to be reminded to love the body we have. thank you
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Too familiar!
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Thank you for this, Jan. I appreciate being spoken to in a straightforward way. I’ll keep this beside Padraig’s Facts of Life to keep me grounded when I find myself being critical of one and precious life. (reminds me of Mary Oliver – “what do you plan to do with your one and precious life”)
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Ah yes, Padraig, Mary, the poets will help keep us grounded in our one and precious body. Thank you Margaret
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So beautiful, so true.
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It is, isn’t it Sara, these bodies we live with, sometimes without even realizing they are there. thank you
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hmmm…
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Thoughtful poem!!
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Agree, thank you
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You are welcome!
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