Creative inspiration is accessible to all of us. Our muse sits on our shoulder, delighted to feed us ideas. The first step is to listen, then act. It takes energy and concerted effort to get our creative children in shape and out into the world. Writers must spend much time sitting at the desk honing their craft. However, the body requires more than finger movement to maintain the vigor needed for health and effectiveness.
I have learned this the hard way, by feeling my energy drain like old oil from a jalopy. This morning I jumped on our mini trampoline for five minutes before breakfast, then did leg kicks for a short morning break to get my blood pumping.
I had an informative session with nutritionist extraordinaire, Amy Smith in Sebastopol. She has me exercising more, reducing dairy and increasing greens, as well as taking supplements and doing salt scrubs to let go of sluggishness and move forward in life with vitality. I am to go on two walks a day and practice yoga each afternoon. My sedentary body is complaining, but I’m not listening, for I know not only thriving, but surviving depends on it.
I invite all of you to intertwine your daily hours with movement, so you might experience a life of vibrant fulfillment.
Wild Woman’s Beat
Wild woman beats upon inner rib cage,
until my body‘s a book of her tapping Morse code,
an inside tattoo that’s been hidden
from the world
and even me.
Wild woman, across each nerve synapse,
your insistent drumming sends messages,
softly at first,
that become louder with my ignoring,
“Sensual love. Love sensual.
Life dance! Dance life!”
Addictions have muffled your sounds,
Stuffing your mouth has muted
but not silenced you.
I’ve walled you up in muscle and joint,
held you prisoner
within the confines of my skin
until you breathe fire on those who are dear,
and those who come near.
Hot flashes are your heat that’s been denied.
My judgmental ways feed a wildfire
that burns out of control...
You dance within me on every full moon,
course through me as smoldering desire
which must be fulfilled through soul moves
or hardened into igneous rock
by resistance to your flow
I die before my time,
inch by rigid inch.
When I respond to your hammering,
you soften the mold of my becoming,
the true self rivers of experience surge me toward.
Your supple moves keep me young
with sensual delight.
Your arousal summons youthful succulence...
I harness your force to drive my dreams!
Wild woman, I breathe in your power
and rhythmic beat
to dance with your life, my life,
in ardent, moist heat,
sexy and mine,
juicy and divine.
Sher Christian
copyright 2004, Star Kissed Shadows, Divining Poetry
and CD: Sweet Tongue, Assorted Poetry and Music
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