Today I was reading a book on Vermont Folk Medicine. It was published in the '30s so you know it's got to be legit. One of the reoccurring themes was that of "The Human House," referring to our bodies. I like this term. I have thought about it before, from different perspectives, and this description seems to fit quite well.
The idea that we are living in our bodies, or that our body is like a sacred temple in which we are the King, Queen, or Master of all Masters, is surly thought provoking. We are the only ones who can build this temple and we are the only ones who will ever live in the temple. Only we can look out the windows and appreciate the view from within.
We get to choose what kind of stones to use where. We can even decide what we want in each room, if anything at all. This is our sacred temple.
The metaphor can go on and on. You can decide what it means to you, and how far you wish to take it.
Today was a light training day, as Mondays generally are. Easy swim in the morning, with a run in the afternoon.
Some of the most amazing things about living are the challenges we face every day. It's great. Each challenge, no matter what it is, presents an opportunity for growth.
Now I must leave, as the corn bread is smells ready. It's an SPK original with cinnamon and raisins.