I grew up in a very strict religous household. A few of the concepts drummed into my head contained the message that the "flesh was evil." To counteract that evil, our bodies were covered carefully. We were not allowed to wear shorts or sleeveless shirts. And we were prepared to live the "gospel teachings."
In this picture, I am about 24 years old. I truly believed that you could divide your spirit from your body so that you were not contaminated by the corruption of the flesh.
As I grew away from the religion of my youth, I started the quest of "who is Cynthia?" I travelled the world with the U.S. Navy. I met my husband. I learned to drink coffee, wine, and beer. I began to see that the world was not completely corrupt.
This picture was taken in Panama when I was thirty or so. Even then I truly thought that we were divided into body, mind, and spirit. Wrong. Wrong...
It was after I became ill in Germany and my life started to slip away from me that I learned the truth. The body houses the brain. It is the brain that controls the mind. Without a healthy body, I could not learn, remember, or create. I lost me.
Another truth I learned was that my body was not an unhappy little child that needed to be disciplined. My body is me.
Today after many medications and treatment options, which included dialysis, I.V. chemotherapy, and prednisone, I can walk, read, and talk. I can write. I can cook, sleep, and breathe. But, mostly I am one with my body. And, my body is one with me.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.