This place in which I dwell . . . this midlife body

It has been my abode for many moons. Every day it is with me, a part of my life’s journey.

It is my place of respite, my habitat even when I am home away from home. It feeds me, protects me, and sometimes seems to work against me. Still, I love this place I call home.

It has seen me through countless adventures, hijinks and mishaps, yet it never fails to astound me with its resilience.

The foundation upon which it rests has slowly begun to show signs of wear, so I’ll do what I can to keep it from falling into total disrepair.

It’s the place in which I hope to reside for a long time to come. With each passing year, the infirmities of age reveal themselves, but this place is stronger than it appears . . .

Others may come and go, but this place will always be with me . . . a part of me . . . a place to truly call my own. It is my one certainty in life, so I must regard it with respect, with appreciation, with love.

This is the place that I want to flourish, so I must do my part to keep it well, this place in which I dwell . . .

Longevity is favorable, but the winter of life is for naught if my place is eroded beyond repair. So I care for it, nurture it, and treat it as mine and mine alone . . . as it was always meant to be.

This place in which I dwell . . . this body of mine . . . is by far worth the effort. And so I shall take care of this one body that I have, for it is the place in which I alone dwell.

Are you taking care of the place in which you dwell? this midlife body