A Poem for Low Lunge
"Praise the hip. Praise the leg that steps forward. Praise the knee that bends and holds me as I lift my heart towards the sky. " -- from Low Lunge by Corie Feiner
Today, wherever you are, I invite you to sit with yourself for a moment and appreciate one part of your body. It could be your bones or your muscles and how they have carried you to this very place. Even if they ache or creak or feel kinda sore. Here you are.
If you can’t think of anything because to love your body, even part of your body, feels just too… big… then perhaps find a moment to honor your… fingernails. Think of it… we clip them, bite them, file them, paint them, glue stuff on them and on the most part, given the chance, they grow back!
Today’s poem, Low Lunge, is a praise poem. Praise poems used to be reserved for kings and queens, heroes or gods, but in more recent times, poets like, Lucille Clifton use the praise poem, also known as the homage poem, to honor her menstruation cycle and to praise her hips. (Homage to my hips is highlighted in my somatic poetry workshop, which launches in January. You can learn more about it here or in the announcements at the end of this p…