This post follows on from I Do Not Hate My Body.
There are only two events in my life I have felt connected to my body.
The first was pregnancy.
My body had a purpose. To grow and protect my babies. My body was doing this, on its own. The miracle of this filled me with wonder with each child.
The other event was running, which I have done in fits and starts throughout my life. It requires a deep dialogue between mind and muscles. When I run, I feel strong and sensual, fluid and cat like.
I am way past child bearing and for some reason I have stopped running.