some days i feel more alive than others. today, i am breathing in and out methodically, thinking about the motion, reveling in how my headache is subsiding, my shoulders relaxing. our muscles are grouped into voluntary and involuntary groups. writing this down, i am thinking about the motion, it is learned, i am making my fingers bend and press and move and i am their master. my heart, well, it is beating of its own accord, independent of my wishes- and thankfully so, or i'd have been dead many times over.
but today, feeling my lungs expand and contract, i think about my heart, its valves opening and closing so faithfully. oh my heart, i'll start calling you old faithful. till the day i die, of course.
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