Body Memory

                  Time after time after time, I’m reminded of how amazing our bodies are.  Mom called our attention to that gift from Psalm 139 that tells us that we are fearfully and wonderfully made.

                  Having a body memory is one more example for me of Psalm 139. What is that really? Body memory. And how is it possible? And can we live with and just celebrate the fact that it just is?

                  This came to mind the other day when I was sending out a bunch of end-of-year letters at work. A  bunch. And as I was stamping the envelopes, I stopped short. And somehow I knew that I’d missed signing three of them. Three of a pile of them felt un-signed. And so I sighed (loudly) and began going back and opening envelopes. And sure enough somewhere in the middle of the pile were four un-signed letters. Not a big deal. Sure, a good catch, but it just got me thinking about how very precious all of this is.

                  Somehow we are wired to pay much better attention than we know or even grasp. Somehow, even in our bodies life is not passing us by. Somehow we are toting with us a deep knowing and attentiveness that sees through what seems to be ordinary, monotonous tasks and recognizes the order of it all.

                  May this be a gift of new appreciation and awareness for 2014. Body memory. For all that I have lived in and through in these 56+ years, may I sit up a bit taller and give thanks a bit longer. May 2014 hold ah- ha’s for us. May we shed our robotic-selves and put on our body memories. May moments, small and not-so-small enter into our lives with gifts of possibility, bringing with them a future and a hope, as the prophet Jeremiah would say (29:11).

                  May 2014 come with life for one and all. May we learn all the words to this year’s Alleluia!

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