bodymind.

After my first broken tooth ever, I thought about how my body works, and how I’m always more interested in fine motoric control and practically disregard the grosser ones. Unbalanced. It would be nice if I would be able to move like a parkourist does.

About nine years ago a friend I haven’t seen again since introduced me to rock climbing. For me it was more like rock crawling, because we would practice on horizontal stone walls around campus. I didn’t do too much of it, but when I did, I could feel the joy of being able to find the next stone to grab, strategically, and to be able to swing my body over.

A few months ago as I stood with my bike close to the doorway of a train, a guy in front of me started to juggle. I think he started with a stick, and after a while he put his stick inside his bag and pulled three balls out. And there he was, juggling all his way through the train trip. It was wonderful.

I also remember trying to learn to play televi. It really does something to my brain when I switched from my right hand to my left. I think I really should try to let my body learn more and feel more. I really love dancing and moving anyway, why not continue to the next level?

Want it or not, pain is part of life. And I only live once.