of ligaments and muscle
move her wondrously
Truthfully this photo was taken weeks ago when the weather was still complimentary to naked window lounging. But to me it fits this weeks theme because every time I look at it my focus narrows to her hand and I recall a Jack London book I read nearly 20 years ago. The specific passage is morbid and beautiful and a perfect description of what it is to feel alive.
A man sits on the snowy ground with his back against a tree, freezing and tired after a full night spend holding off a group of circling wolves. His only defense - a branch with one end smoldering from a campfire. As he sits at the edge of consciousness in those early morning hours, with his imminent death still sizing him up, he has a thought. His gaze shifts from the wolves to his own hand holding that branch, and for the first time in his life, he realizes what an amazing machine the human body is. He feels a sudden and profound appreciation for the complexities of his own hand and the articulation of his fingers. It takes having his life threatened to finally feel alive.
As a 10 year old kid reading that passage it was the first time I’d thought about those things too, and it made a subtle yet deep impression on me. I think, in a way, it gave me a different angle to view things from very early on in my life. And I sometimes have to remind myself, but I always try to be thankful for what I have. -Clementwined
It’s great that you’re able to pinpoint what exactly opened your mind and inspired you to appreciate your body at such a young age. I try to focus on the same sort of thing and be thankful for little things that are often taken for granted. We are all so lucky to be the people we are and thank you for sharing your story. This is definitely your best submission yet, the photo is absolutely beautiful, the gentle touch of your hand on your shadow covered body looks so nice.