Talking Bones

It feels late.  The bedtime mood is overtaking me.  The whole droopy-eyed, deliciously tired feeling signals to me that I have thrown my body into today, forgotten myself, and now everything is catching up.  I feel several aches through out my body, the kind that make you feel like you worked out at the gym.  I didn't, just to clarify, work out today.  But bones and body structures are shifting around and I judge that my body is trying to figure out what to make of the invasion of chiropractic maneuverings that I have subjected myself to.  Sometimes I feel broken.  Literally.  Sometimes I just want to crumple to the ground and stay there for awhile.  Just allowing my being to linger in the balled up, awkward position that the floor allows.  Laughingly, I cringe to think about doing that.  I know that my body would talk to me and that kinks in my back and neck would speak up and I wouldn't be able to stay down for long.  Ironically, the aches push me forward, challenge me to keep going.  I can't stay still.  I'm not allowed to stay down.  My body complains when I withhold movement.  Crumpling to the ground and abstaining from engagement in the world around just isn't an option.  Why?  Because my bones say so.