Feeling the Roar

This morning I awoke

In the final moments of predawn

Light filtering through my windows

Sourced by a blanket of muted gray

My serenade? A chorus of rain

Cascading down the drain pipe

Outside my sliding glass door

In a symphony of song

Lately I scan my body

Before I begin my day

Today in celebration

Sensing the pain is finally at bay

I feel a clock like urge to rise

But then remind myself

It is Sunday, the one day

Time relents, generously standing still

I snuggle against my husband

Leaning into his warmth

And listen to the rise and fall

Of his sweet sweet breath

Weeks of false starts

Have finally given way

To a radical release

Body yielding to its healing

I eventually emerge

Arms outstretched

And silently exclaim,

“The sciatica has broken!”

My revelatory remedy?

Deep, deep rest

As a recovering over-doer

This concept is hard to feel

We live our lives

Chasing unlived dreams

Rushing to outrun our demons

Forgetting who we are

But when we ignore its whispers

The body responds with a roar