Thread by @imacuriosguy

Spirit is woven of sinew and mind of marrow. The body is the place, the only place, where we live — it is where we experience time, it is where we heal from emotional trauma, it is the seat of consciousness, without which there is nothing.

And yet we spend our lives turning away from this elemental fact-with distraction, with addiction, with the trance of busyness — until suddenly something beyond our control — a diagnosis, a heartbreak, a pandemic — staggers us awake.

We remember the body, this sole and solitary arena of being. The instant we remember to reverence it we also remember to mourn it, for we remember that this living miracle is a temporary miracle-

a borrowed constellation of atoms bound to return to the stardust that made it.
By Maria Popova

#life #death #Everything #inbetween