After the fabulous birthday weekend celebrating my mother, I drove to my alma mater to see some old friends and mentors. Arriving into town, the corners of my lips lifted with my cheeks puffing up into a simple smile. I turned on the turn signal , then stopped myself before proceeding into the intersection.
Muscle memory had me wanting to turn into the first place I lived here 43 years ago. In correcting myself, I marveled at my body holding my history in such a blatant display. I drove on to my correct destination nearby, with my whole body smiling.
What memories do your muscles remember? How often do you access that muscle memory? Ki to Happiness remembers and smiles.