Things I don't always think about 🔑
Holding
Wasn’t it beautiful,
the way my hand
carried the keys?
I asked, once, and my
body listened. And no
matter how fast I ran,
or how much I spoke,
my hand gently held
the jingling keys, almost
like my body wanted
me to remember: I
am your home, too.
Bodies are so cool, and they can also feel like they betray us at every turn. I hope you find something today that can feel embodied, and celebratory, of the ways in which your body supports you, no matter how small.