I have been working too much lately.

Days off are far and few between at the moment and I know that it is having an effect on my body. It is voicing its protest, vocal in its outrage.

I can feel the muscles in my body as I move, my back muscles throbbing underneath my skin. A pulse like a tattoo of rhythm, a soft tribal song that only I can hear.

My legs respond in kind. With no rest, they jive and twist, their own voice singing in tandem with the tribal song that runs through my blood.

If I sit very still, I can feel my back spasm, pulse, throb and my legs will respond, throb, pulse spasm.

I let my body sway the music that my body makes, picturing the notes flowing through my body as each pulse adds a new note to the orchestra of my body.