A Mermaid's Tone

     Muscle tone.  Not of a body builder.  Muscle tone.  A Mermaid's Tone.
     I hope for it.  I will it to be.  I pray with fervor that it be--all mine.  Yet, hope, will, and prayer are not God's promise to me.  Yet, I must hope.  I must will it.  I must pray.
     Arms arise skyward.  Into the pool's water they plunge.  Alternating.  One, then the other, as oars in a river's current.  From my shoulders, this mermaid's oars are anchored.
     Arms outstretched.  Wrists pulled together.  With the force of a magnet, their cymbals clash.  With a strong will, her wrists resist the temptation of a lifelong embrace.  The force of her forearms cry out.
     "Strengthen me.  Use me.  Believe in me.  Do not waste my muscles.  Use me.  Do not will my muscles to be withering, dying willows.  Use me.  Teach me to reach outward--to branch out-- to blossom  in full glory."  
     The Mermaid's biceps believe.  Though not her eyes, the Mermaid's biceps believe in the vision--A Muscle's Tone.  With their tissues, the biceps connect the oars to the force of the forearms.
     The Mermaid's calves circle on the water's unicycle.  On her back, she floats.  The Mermaid's ankles pedal.  Her feet flutter.  The Mermaid's thighs push toward a toned spirit.  Not atrophy.  The Mermaid paddles toward a Muscle's Tone.
     I seek not the strength of the Bodybuilder.  I am the Mermaid.  I seek the strength of a Muscle's Tone.  No boorish bravado do I seek.  I seek a softer strength.  Not submissive.  Not boastful.
     I am a Mermaid.  I seek a Mermaid's Tone.

Elizabeth Edwards. Resilience.

     I just learned that Elizabeth Edwards died today.
     I commend to you Elizabeth Edwards' autobiography, Resilience:  Reflections on the Burdens and Gifts of Facing Life's Adversities.  I read it earlier this year. 
     Reflections.
     Elizabeth conveyed a truth FAR too often missed.  Response to our lives' experiences, whatever they may be, is not a simple matter.  Reading her life's story conveyed to me the importance of living the nuances of my experiences.  To live the nuances--the complicated realities of my life--with one unified response, with one broad stroke of a brush, is to miss Elizabeth's conveyed truth.
     Burdens.  Gifts.
     She addressed the complexities of her husband's affair in a way worthy of our notice.  Elizabeth made a distinction between her relationship with her husband, and her partnership with John as a parent to their four children--three of whom are still living.  When questioned by confounded reporters, as to why she continued to have amicable contact with John, she said something to the effect that John is a good father.  She said she did not want to get in the way of those strong relationships continuing.
    Life's Adversities.
    She lived realistic optimism.  She did not deny what she was facing.  Yet, she took actions necessary to co-create a positive life for herself--for her family.   She used her life experiences to support research and exploration.   My rereading is needed to listen as to what actions I may take in my own life.  How do I--how do we--live our lives.
     I pray that I do not elevate Elizabeth to the precarious perch of a hero.  She deserves a more personal response than heroism conveys.  I do not want to romanticize how she handled her life experiences.  That would be to drown out the truths she offers with noisy. self-serving declarations.
    My prayer is that I and others may be motivated to read her autobiography, and learn what she can teach us regarding resilience, reflection, burdens, gifts, and adversities.
     Resilience:  Reflections on the Burdens, and Gifts, of Facing Life's Adversities   
                                                                      Elizabeth Edwards, 1949-2010