Patty Mayeux Blog

My right ankle clicks when I climb the stairs and my left knee joins in with a brrrrpt. These tiny percussions are silently joined by the constant thrum of my beating heart, all reminders to whisper thanks for a body that works, most often well. Breathing in whistles a prayer to lungs that are capable of drawing deep breaths, even if that same breathing can jolt me awake from peaceful slumber. Sometimes my ears whistle or whine, but mostly they hear the sharp call of birds in the morning. Snort, whistle, whine and creek and are the baseline rhythms of my waking life. I have faith that while sleeping the lubdub and unknown inner workings will continue uninterrupted. Our bodies are amazing even when they sometimes emit an embarrassing pffft. They manufacture, process, cleanse, react and respond in miraculous ways. They crave and seek and are fulfilled. They inform us of temperature and environmental changes. They sweat and shiver as needed. They house the vital organs that keep up breathing, beating, thinking, moving and even feeling. What song does your body sing day after day? The snaps, crackles and pops are celebrations of the miracle of our musical bodies.