Today’s my birthday, I’m …… 51 years young!
This body’s changed over time, went from tiny to tall to, well, a bit on the skinny side this past decade. But that’s not the worst of it.
My friend the Reverend Jeff White of the Church of Healing Hands did one of his intensive, ‘root out the tensions’ sessions on me today, and focused on my low back and my butt. Deep tissue Rolfing, this guy finds the tight spots and obliverates them. He’s a powerful healer, and he gets the knots out fast. (People start lining up as soon as he goes to work, he’s that good)
Anyway, tonight it sunk in. I ended up accepting what I already know is true; one of my former physical assets was my backside. Most every girlfriend I ever had commented on my ‘cute butt’.
But this body’s changed, and the cute butt has gone on a bit of a hiatus. And today, while Rev. Jeff worked on me and I felt like his elbow was grinding into my hip bone, I realized the cute butt isn’t on hiatus, its gone.
A dear Goddess friend of mine sent me an email today, said she wished she was here so she could spank my ‘bony butt’ 51 times. Bony!
Its funny to see my attachment to form. I, who have prided msyelf on my spartan way of living simply, who has poo poo’d my female friends embellishment of the physique thru makeup, haircoloring, etc, am mourning the loss of one of my (former) physical assets, my ass.
This ass-et is history.
So my load is lightened, in glutonous volume and poundage, and in vanity as well. Welcome to one of the gifts of ‘maturity’.
(I’m tickled by the fact that, bony or not, its still considered spankable!)
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