Unbeknownst to me, my face has been hosting a plump little pimple for an indeterminate amount of time. Yesterday on our drive, we made an unscheduled stop for an unusual luxury: a beer! In a bar! And it was there that my uninvited parasite became known to me as I was washing my hands in the hotel’s restroom.

My 1st thought: Oh, no!
My 2nd thought: Oh, well.

And on we went.

Life is much simpler without mirrors. Without standards of physical appearance. And the shift has certainly not been lost on the me, the way I perceive of my own body. If I have big thighs it’s because my muscles have been thoroughly engaged, getting me up and over these mountains. If my tummy isn’t perfectly flat, it’s because my love and I have been treating ourselves heartily to the local cuisine: white wine and Tim Tams. My unwashed hair is healthily producing natural oils and my skin breathes easily without the burden of makeup.

I’ve been spending my time concerning myself with how my body feels.
Not with how it’s clothed, how it’s combed, or how it may be compared.

My body is a temple.
Now accepting offerings of chocolate and fermented grapes.

-K

^ Private beaches mean that Kimi gets to take her pants off and run around till the tide gets too high. 

^ Exploring the caves and rock formations. Eric left his pants on. They got soaked while he was trying to gain access to a tricky little outlet. Heh!