The Body Remembers

A few weeks ago was the third anniversary of my grandfather's passing. I knew the day was coming - it was on my calendar because we celebrate it with Floppy Hat Day - a day of wearing my grandfather's favorite article of clothing and doing kind acts in his honor. 

But, leading up to that day, I noticed I was getting really tired. I was worried that I was getting sick. Then I was worried I was getting the winter blues. I just could not work at my normal capacity. Going to bed early and still waking up tired. The general blahs. 

It wasn't until things drastically changed with my mood and general feelings after the anniversary passed that I put two and two together. My body was remembering his death in ways that my mind had tried to push aside and forget. 

Friends, I study death, dying, and grief and my body had to remind me what I kew to be true - that the body remembers.

​What does your body remember and how does it invite you to presence and prayer?