I love this photograph of my daughter.  She was modelling an exercise for a chapter in my book.  It feels this from “Wild Geese” by Mary Oliver:

You do not have to be good

You do not have to walk on your knees

For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. 

You only have to let the soft animal of your body

love what it loves.

I wrote about the attic, the basement the other day as a metaphor for the body, and the way we experience those unconscious spaces in our bodies.  My friend, the poet Nicole Rushin shared it on Google+ and there was a pretty rich discussion thread.

She said, “There are days when I feel like I deny my physical self, my body. I wonder what I am doing here? I am spirit – why do I have these bones and this flesh? My body is like a carrier for me some days, unfamiliar and strange. And having said all that I suppose I am most at ease in the attic discovering new things and un-burying old treasure.”

We don’t live in the attic, though.  So I wondered about the body’s living spaces – where we are spending most of our time.  For me, I think it is in my hips, my spine.  That is where I feel the dancing and the riding the most.

Where are you living?