these windmills
I don't know why but for some time now, I have had windmills on my mind. This may also have something to do with my unyielding desire to improve at arm balances. Ya'll might not know this about me but when I was I child (circa '84 -'86) I was quite the little breakdancer. I earned the handle L-boogie (yes, Lauren stole it from me) from my crew. We never set out to be the best dance crew but we'd break for hours in the park and in each others homes, then break bread with each others families, then go back out to the park to play until the street lights came on.
I don't have many recollections of the battles themselves but I do remember just how liberating it was to do a windmill for 30 seconds, FREEZE and wait for the crowd to say, "OOOOH". The adult in me realizes this might be bad for my shoulders, hips and surgically repaired back but the little kid in me remembers the freedom well enough to know that no amount of pain could replace the feeling of invincibility once you hit that freeze and ditty bopped back to your crew knowing you served that other kid.
Here are two arm balances I am working on:
Once I get these looking good enough, I will post photos and submit them to Yoga Journal
“It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance. It is the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance. It is the one who won't be taken who cannot seem to give. And the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live.” -Bette Midler
2 comments:
I would love to see pics from your L-Boogie days. Does your mom have any?
I might have one or two somewhere in her crib
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