I had an interesting experience of balance the other night at my concert. (And the concert was great. I always worry about things that need no worrying! What needs to be worried about? Nothing! Ha!)
Balance is something in life everyone is telling you to establish- like you could just snap your fingers and have a balanced life. ‘Be emotionally balanced’ is a big one. What is that? Ok, I am getting better at it. I have cultivated circumstances in my life that no longer keep me on an emotional rollercoaster, so I feel more ‘even’, but that took a long time.
I have a lot of concepts of balance running around my head, and it was nice to have a concrete, real experience of it. It occurred to me that balance is a range of possibilities within a zone or framework- like walking on a balance beam, perhaps. A balance beam brings to mind feelings of precariousness (it’s not precarious for a gymnast, it is home. Don’t throw me in the briar patch, B’rer Bear!), but walking was precarious when we started out as babies: I like the image of walking being nothing more than a series of controlled falls forward. And from such an essential, demanding task we flower into movers, runners, dancers, athletes, skaters, snowboarders, skiers (ok, I have the Winter Olympics on my mind, and Sunday OLN skiing leading to Torino!). Walking is the essential springboard. I’m willing to bet, though I am no biomechanics specialist, that walking has all the building blocks for every high level activity we are capable of. I am also intensely inspired by what athletes do and how they train: the conditions they create over long periods of time that lead to excellent performance. I love to ski, and I love to watch pro skiers. I followed the Tour de France and boy, are those guys inspiring!. I had a great pic on my desktop of the peloton swooping around a bend. Whenever someone else is absorbed in training and practice, it inspires my own practice habits.
Singing the other night at the concert gave me the experience of not one place or one thing being right or it, but the Zone of It was a grouping of possibilities in the neighborhood. This created an alive-ness that surprised me. I wasn’t going for some static (dead!), perfect (dead!) place that doesn’t exist, and therefore is unachievable. The Zone of It is an intangible, imperfect, alive, real set of choices and places within a framework. Refreshing!
Balance is something in life everyone is telling you to establish- like you could just snap your fingers and have a balanced life. ‘Be emotionally balanced’ is a big one. What is that? Ok, I am getting better at it. I have cultivated circumstances in my life that no longer keep me on an emotional rollercoaster, so I feel more ‘even’, but that took a long time.
I have a lot of concepts of balance running around my head, and it was nice to have a concrete, real experience of it. It occurred to me that balance is a range of possibilities within a zone or framework- like walking on a balance beam, perhaps. A balance beam brings to mind feelings of precariousness (it’s not precarious for a gymnast, it is home. Don’t throw me in the briar patch, B’rer Bear!), but walking was precarious when we started out as babies: I like the image of walking being nothing more than a series of controlled falls forward. And from such an essential, demanding task we flower into movers, runners, dancers, athletes, skaters, snowboarders, skiers (ok, I have the Winter Olympics on my mind, and Sunday OLN skiing leading to Torino!). Walking is the essential springboard. I’m willing to bet, though I am no biomechanics specialist, that walking has all the building blocks for every high level activity we are capable of. I am also intensely inspired by what athletes do and how they train: the conditions they create over long periods of time that lead to excellent performance. I love to ski, and I love to watch pro skiers. I followed the Tour de France and boy, are those guys inspiring!. I had a great pic on my desktop of the peloton swooping around a bend. Whenever someone else is absorbed in training and practice, it inspires my own practice habits.
Singing the other night at the concert gave me the experience of not one place or one thing being right or it, but the Zone of It was a grouping of possibilities in the neighborhood. This created an alive-ness that surprised me. I wasn’t going for some static (dead!), perfect (dead!) place that doesn’t exist, and therefore is unachievable. The Zone of It is an intangible, imperfect, alive, real set of choices and places within a framework. Refreshing!
PS. The Baby Cat's chin is healing nicely from the meds!
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