Your body will someday crumble while your soul watches it all from a place of peace

I love this attitude a friend has toward observing what the physical body goes through: she’d written about wrestling with a pain body and gotten a comment saying My body is the Cathedral, my heart is the altar and my soul is the traveler. She wrote, “It’s so great to have humorist friends to drag you through a pain body episode in life. My cathedral is crumbling, my altar could explode and my soul is watching all this from fruit and flower mountain.”

I love that, my soul is watching all this from fruit and flower mountain. Yes, someday my body will crumble yet I know my soul watches on with peace.