April 9, 2020 I can almost imagine what it would feel like. The wood panels, dusty but strong, under my hands. The light, streaming in from wide windows. The rustle of leaves, the chatter of birds, the sounds of life equal parts isolating and welcoming. To my mind, it would feel… like an exhale. A … Continue reading The Exhale
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Re: Bad Brain Days, Tightropes, Perfectionism, and Progress
January 19, 2020 The best analogy I can come up with (that’s probably from somewhere else) for trying to make progress with something — in this instance, Parkour/movement in general — is that it feels like walking on a tightrope. There are the good days: when your balance is steady, your focus is sharp, and your steps are confident … Continue reading Re: Bad Brain Days, Tightropes, Perfectionism, and Progress
Starting Over.
December 17, 2019 It feels like I’ve spent my whole life starting from scratch. Dreaming and fantasizing about when I’ll be really, truly free in this discipline - Parkour - that I’ve been in love with since I was child. Dreaming and fantasizing about when I’ll have unbridled control over my body, through land and … Continue reading Starting Over.
Through and Out Again
August 2, 2019 I didn’t mean to go back. It had been years since I was even allowed to, years since the last close call that marked my decision not to return. Not that I was given a choice— the door had been closed to me ever since. I don’t know what changed. But sure … Continue reading Through and Out Again
Hybrid
June 24, 2019 The palace would have been immaculate, if not for the bodies. Gleaming marble floors, polished banisters, light spilling in from the few stained glass windows unobscured by thick curtains. It was beautiful. But those damn statues of death everywhere… I had been on excursions like this before. All of us had, as … Continue reading Hybrid
For Keeps
June 13, 2019 This is yours to keep. This moment, soon-to-be memory, soon-to-be faded dream. This caress of words, so soft you might break. This whisper of touch, so loud your voice shakes. This weight. Not burden, just the knowing: you’re safe. It cannot last. Fear will creep. Reality seeps. Present gently wars with future … Continue reading For Keeps
After the War
2nd June 2019 You joined the fight so you could stop feeling helpless. And yet now, as the world crumbles around you, the anguish is worse than it’s ever been. All you can do is watch, and follow, as they drag them into the chamber, chained and blindfolded, silent in the face of death. Your … Continue reading After the War
Three Words, Eight Letters
Apr 12th, 2013 5:29:13pm Words are strange, fickle things. They’re a lot like people that way. They have the power to hurt and to heal, to hide and to reveal, to break and to mend, to create and to destroy. They can become hollow from overuse, from repetition, from lies. Or said by the right … Continue reading Three Words, Eight Letters
Thud Thud Thud Goes the Slack Drum~
Jul 23rd, 2011 2:13:00am “There is no escaping reason; no denying purpose. Because as we both know, without purpose, we would not exist. It is purpose that created us. Purpose that connects us. Purpose that pulls us. That guides us. That drives us. It is purpose that defines us. Purpose that binds us.” Agent Smith | The Matrix Reloaded A fine quote from … Continue reading Thud Thud Thud Goes the Slack Drum~
It Starts with One.
Jan 19th, 2011 9:40:00pm One thought. That thought gives rise to another, and another, and another. On on and on, until you finally stop and wonder, “How did I get here?” Most often, or probably always, that first thought is completely unrelated to where you ended up, except through the series of connected thoughts that … Continue reading It Starts with One.
