No Limits, No Excuses. January 20, 2008
Posted by littlebangtheory in Love and Death, poetry.Tags: Limits as Myth, Physical poetry, The power within
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No more whining about how my shoulder will never be all it once was (not that it was ever all that. )
After seeing this over at Saying Nothing Charmingly, I have nothing to say except “Thank You, Christina.”
That was really moving.
I have all my limbs, and I am less graceful just walking across the room.
Regards,
Tengrain
That dance was beautiful, CR. As a coping mechanism I think of others who must do with less.
I loved the way they actually incorporated their reality into the dance, rather than try to make the audience forget about it. It shows, to me, that there is beauty and grace in all forms.
Well, except mine.
Christina, I’m inclined to doubt your objectivity
As I sit here trying to type with one hand, with this big-ass sling-thing literally obscuring half the keyboard, I look like I’m lap-dancing as I try to see/access the left half of the keys.
Imagine if you will how spiritually resurrecting and empowering this clip is to me at this time. The prognosis is that I may never again lift my left arm off my side; time will tell.
Meanwhile, my level of “inability” seems entirely inconsequential to me, given what’s possible if one believes.
Thanks again, Christina, and God Bless You.
that was wonderful. can’t say anything else.
you learn, if you are lucky, to work and in some cases use in beauty what you can do instead of being what you can not do.
I’m telling you, no hands problems. Every boulderer I’ve ever met absolutely hates them. BTW I’m not serious. If anyone is going to come through this, it’s you.
Tschuss!
Sherry, there are occasional testaments to the Human Spirit which transcend objective “reality” to create whole new universes. This, to me, is one of them.
And Frau B, I getcha. I suck at no-hands problems, but the market’s wide open isn’t it? I might need to re-investigate the genre.
But seriously, I’m far from done. Watch me. Or better yet, join me!
Joining you is part of the plan for me to begin climbing again. Even with one arm, you’re a waaaaaaaaaaaay better boulderer than I.
Tschuss!
That was really moving… and you are who you are, where you are. I have a feeling that you will be doing much more than you ever imagined and in ways that you never imagined.
Fran, I’m hopeful. And I trust your judgment.
Talk to you soon, ‘k?
First, thanks for the link, excellent post.
Second, you’re not “whining.” Having surgery, and being limited, especially when you’re active, sucks ass.
If you can’t bitch to your friends, to whom can you bitch?
fairlane, kind words. And I’ve often hit “send” before I saw the “your/you’re” brain-stone (Doh!!! ), so unless the person is coming across as a complete tool (i.e. troll ) I usually take the liberty to put in the fix. Hope nobody’s insulted, but I know first-hand how it feels to type two fast.
Only you will have any idea what I’m rambling on about…