Body

It is interesting to me but today I thought I would write something about “self” but the more I looked into it the bigger it got. For me, the self is central to my life and it really matters I understand about it and its role. But it is too bigger topic to dedicate one writing to so I will do a couple starting with the body.
The breakdown of myself I like best is body, soul and spirit. The body is obvious for all to see. Mine is a pretty skinny one- with a bubble in the middle. Actually, you can tell a man is on the level if his bubble is in the middle.
There are all types of bodies. Fat ones skinny ones, ones that squiggle and squirm. Oh no that is worms. But there are fat and skinny human bodies. There are some that are super fit. Like me. I have a six pack, but it is just really well hidden.
I guess I would be forgiven for thinking there may be more, but the human body only needs three things to survive. Food, water and air – assuming it is in a protected environment. Safety, a roof over the head, love, tend to prolong life and its quality.
My body tends to be my vehicle. It houses my soul and spirit, but I do not think is either of them. All things being equal it is known that my body will die and when I do my soul and spirit will go too.
Not only is my demise inevitable, my body can have a lot of things that are hereditary. So often I hear of parents and kids and kids kids having a condition that is not born of life style but of heritage.
Good things tend to get past on too. My mum had a beautiful voice and was into music and dad could sing well too. It is no wonder I have an interest in music and play several instruments. In fact I am so musical I even have a set of drums in my ears (ok I seized the opportunity to say that).
The ad recently for Ancestry.com hits the mark for me. A girl tracing her heritage discovers her love of the water was a quality that went back. To me, that sort of thing is motivated by the soul, but expressed through the body.
There are many things the body is into that are a lifestyle choice. Some are good for me and will prolong my life if done consistently and others are destructive. My dad lived to 97. There was no doubt many contributing factors, but I will never forget him often eating s tomatoes or carrot. Something most would have discarded but he made a part healthy part of him.
My life is more sedentary now, but I have bursts of activity. Like today. It has been go, go, go from before sun up. But this afternoon both Merril and I had what we felt was a very much needed rest. Both it seems were good for my body.
But my body is not me. It is an extension of me, and houses me, but is not the total me.