Writings of Recovery

I am grateful for my NECK, this body part I often complain about due to neck pain. My neck has held all my stress, fear, and worry. Thoughts in my brain weigh heavy, yet my neck holds it up like it has to hold up the world. The pain reflects the years of feelings I have denied and did not handle. My neck bore it all. I release this stress from this precious neck of mine. Rest well. I will do my best to keep the layers from building again.

I am grateful for my HANDS. How I abused them through tearing the skin on my cuticles. How they repair and recover despite my tearing them down. How the wrinkles of age are turning my hands into my grandmother’s. Not a bad thing. I am grateful I have lived to see wrinkles. What a blessing. May I be more kind and loving to these hands that serve me so well.

I am learning to love the skin I am in. May I love this creation my Higher Power has made.