Motion is a mainstay for me. I’m in love with it. Motion through sound, sight, physic, reading, feeling or thinking – I love all its guises.
Went mountain biking with Sam yesterday at Hopkinton State Park. https://www.singletracks.com/bike-trails/hopkinton-state-park.html There are some wonderfully manageable trails for differing levels of ability. Sam boogied down one trail and without hesitating plunged down a rather steep-ish (to me) six-foot tall hill – down to an empty access road.
I ‘braked’ my way down said trail. Hey, I did purposefully ride over some rock humps – the ones Sam carefree-ly bounced over. As I watched my son disappearing down the road toward the dam, I came to a full stop at the top of that six-foot tall steep-ish “hill”.
My logical self knew this was a very mild and do-able challenge, but my primal-fear self crashed around inside blasting out myriad absurd cases how attempting to do so would end life as I knew it.
My logical self won out – I pushed myself back up on the seat and let go the brake. Unbridled joy.
We crossed the wooden bridge to the dam. In Winter I once witnessed a father and child on a tube push off from the top of that dam (which is a sharp descent in two tiers) and watched them fly soundlessly into the air off that first tier and crash down to the ground in a shambles, with said child suffering a concussion.
I saw Sam eyeing the descent and my logical self won out again – “I’ll ride across the top to the trail winding down on the other side. Meet you at the bottom.” Off I went. I’m great at the flats!
Unbridled joy again as I watched that boy push off, flow down the first descent in a seamless stream, cross the short flat and down the second. One fluid, graceful motion.
There are some motions I’m happy to experience vicariously through others.