Crow Feet

I am free to be the age I am.

This body of mine

I feel immense gratitude for this body, through which I experience everything this life has to offer.

This body that is strong and able and wise and free.

This body that works and plays and dances and holds my loves tightly.

This body that is home to a mind that thinks intensely and a heart that loves compassionately.

This body that heals itself repeatedly, sends messages constantly, and knows exactly what it needs in every moment.

This body that smiles often and laughs easily, blessed with the gift of life.

This body that has been walked upon by the feet of crow and is left with the etchings of time, evidence that I have been here on this earth, forty times around the sun.

Crow Feet, by Murray Kyle