Thank you for Shoulders
When we are tired on the freeway, we pull off onto the shoulder of the road.
When we are sad, it is the shoulder of a friend that we seek.
We carry burdens on our shoulders and shrug our shoulders at things we don’t understand. There is no safe harbor like the shoulder of a lover during pillow talk or an afternoon nap.
Together, we are all Atlas with the world on our shoulders—we can carry it anywhere we like.
We tap on a person’s shoulder to get their attention.
We shoulder our responsibilities.
Shoulders come in so many shapes and sizes (broad, square, delicate, rounded…)
They are beautiful. They represent the strength of our convictions and our character.
My own shoulders are fairly straight across (I can carry a purse and it won’t fall off—even if I am moving furniture).
I like my shoulders rubbed, I like to bare (and bear) my shoulders, I like to offer a shoulder to cry on, I like the ache in my shoulders when I have accomplished something monumental.
I look at the shoulders of others to give me clues about how they operate in the world.
I am thankful for shoulders.
~ by leakelley on August 18, 2008.