Monday, July 21, 2008

pms poem monday

I found my ideal body the other day at the local water park. It was young. It had no stretch marks, no cellulite, no chicken pox scars. Everything was firm, toned, and in its appointed place.

As of late, I feel a little betrayed by my body. In the beginning, things were good between us. But Time, childbearing, gravity, and ice cream are taking their toll. As are the occasional (and the regularly recurring) aches and pains -- not to mention the dreaded genetic defects. (Shouldn't there be some kind of warranty for those?)

And so, I can't help but think that perhaps I didn't end up with the same model of body I originally requested when the bodies and parts were popping off the heavenly assembly line. The one I got is a bit defective. (Not that I'm asking for a recall, mind you.)
If I had picked which model of body I was sporting in life, I would have been tempted to go with something a little more like a sports car, and not so much like an old jalopy (I don't really know what a jalopy is -- I read it in a book once and I have always liked the way it sounds.)


And so, Rumi, though you may be hailed as one of the world's greatest mystical poets, today, on PMS Poem Monday, I have to disagree with this poem of yours:



When grapes turn
To wine, they long for our ability to change.

When stars wheel
Around the North Pole,
They are longing for our growing consciousness.

Wine got drunk with us,
Not the other way.
The body developed out of us, not we from it.

We are bees,
And our body is a honeycomb.
We made
The body, cell by cell we made it.


Because, Rumi, if I had made my body, I would have made it a little differently.

Now, I'm sure there is a reason for this model T body I've been blessed with, and I'm okay with that. I really am. But in the resurrection, when things are restored to their perfect frame, is PERFECT subjective or objective?



Just wondering.


Mysticize on that Mr. Medieval Persian Philosopher Man.


oh, and according to wikipedia "Jalopy is a common slang nickname for an old, decrepit and unreliable automobile which has limited mechanical abilities, and at times can barely move. It does not refer to a well kept antique car, but to cheap cars which are mostly rundown." There is no excuse for ignorance in the age of information.

8 comments:

kninsa said...

You have a very stimulating and well-written blog, as always. However, comparing yourself to a Tin Lizzie (the most influential car of the 20th century) isn't the worst thing in the world. At least you aren't a Granada.

the lunch lady said...

Should I have said Edsel instead?

Shem said...

Remember those VW buses that had the pop top? That is me… a VW bus standing on end. Except the top pops way too far out and has a hard time going back into place. In the resurrection I ask only to be a sleek Honda Civic.

the lunch lady said...

I know there are people out there who have a special love for those camper/vans!

Kate said...

PB&J told me that you are an Aston Martin, the cream of the crop, an oh so sexy!

Nanette said...

I know a guy who could do some detailing for you if you REALLY think you need it--which you don't. I agree with PB&J--you've still got it!

Head Nurse/Patient- you be the judge said...

I think you are far better than an Edsel! or a tin lizzie- but lets hope PB&J doesn't inherit his dad's need for new vehicles- now that sounds like he changes his eternal companion- not actual vehicles LOL!

the lunch lady said...

Nan- the guy you know who does a little "detailing" scares me!!!!