My Physical Vessel

I am thankful for my feet. They who carry me up mountains, across fields, into nature's solitude.

I am thankful for my hair and how it responds to its own free will. Never predicatable, never held back, untethered by society's standards of beauty.

I am thankful for my heart, that grows stronger every time it shatters. For its ability to continue beating, continue loving, even though it has lost far too many battles to count.

I am thankful for my mind. A complicated mess of logic, compassion, and imagination that refuses to ignore the wishes of the heart. Instead reveling in the task of co-piloting.

I am thankful for this body. How it connects, feet, to heart, to hands, to brain, to soul. Encompassing this living being of myself, in beauty and in pain. Refusing to quit, refusing to stay knocked down. Always rising, like the splendor of the sun regardless of yesterday's weather.