Wednesday, February 10, 2016

I Workout and Eat Ice Cream For The Same Reason: I’m Saying Grace

Saying Grace

I workout a couple of times a week. It’s not strenuous, it’s not even lengthy but I do it.

I do it for a lot of reasons:
  • I do it to stay healthy.
  • I do it to stay strong.
  • I do it to maintain my weight.
  • I do it because it’s good for me.
  • I do it because sometimes you need to feel the burn.
But mostly, I do it because I can.

It’s the exact same reason I eat ice cream and sit in the sun and skim my hand along the water. It’s the same reason that I tap my foot against the beat or jump on the trampoline.

I’m saying grace.

Thank you for this body that flexes and folds and bends. Thank you for a body that lets me pick up children and chase after butterflies. For hands that type and toes that curl in front of the fire. Thank you for eyes that blink back tears and stare knowingly into a stranger’s face.

Thank you for a heart that quickens and a pulse that slows.

Thank you that I can gulp air and spit watermelon seeds.

You don’t need words to give thanks for your daily bread. You can say grace even when you’re quiet.

When wine connoisseur opens a bottle of wine, they do it with reverent appreciation. They uncork the bottle so that the vintage can breathe. Then they slowly pour a small amount into a glass, swirling the colors so that they slide and spin. They sniff, taking in the aroma and the body. Only then do they let the flavors hit the tongue.

What sustains you? Say grace for it today.

“You say grace before meals. All right. But I say grace before the concert and the opera, and grace before the play and pantomime, and grace before I open a book, and grace before sketching, painting, swimming, fencing, boxing, walking, playing, dancing and grace before I dip the pen in the ink.” G.K. Chesterton