Thank you toes

My toes ask to be released from the shackles of my boots and I remember them for a rare occasion. All this time keeping me standing and walking, and they get little more from me than neglect. Thank you toes for being there for me; many a step you have taken at my beckoning, without question, without remark. Your freedom is granted for this moment. Aaaah…

And I notice other parts of my body that I would normally choose to forget: a sore left heel, tired calves, an unrelenting neck steady in its duty, a stomach that oft gets fed more than it requests, a gently throbbing forehead, teeth resting at one point. I could explore further, and that is a meditation for another time. Meanwhile, thank you body for all you have done for me, thank you for bearing up to the multitude of tests I have given you. I will try to be more gentle on you now, and promise nothing. Thank you.