![]() ![]() I had chosen to stand on that line, because I wanted to be up there. Wishing that standing on the line felt like standing on the earth pulls my focus away from the reality that standing on the line is DIFFERENT than standing on the earth. Reaching for the feeling of trying to be in balance on this thin thing that is moving, and does not feel the way that I feel when I am in balance standing on one foot on the ground, makes me feel like I am constantly about to loose my balance. Reaching for the feeling of my foot swaying gently, feeling the air underneath it, feeling the webbing from toe to heel is the thing that makes me feel connected, solid and balanced. I feel that I am rolling off of one foot and placing the other into this soft webbing, and the feel of the webbing is different than the feeling of the earth. I feel like I am replacing the one foot I am standing on with the next foot, into the cradle of support. When I walk successfully on a slack-line, I feel like the line is like a cradle under my foot. Suddenly, these two thoughts lined up for me. I watched the trajectory of my body be pulled by gravity to align with the slope below.įreeze frame. In my mind, I was flying in slow motion, feet pulled up under me, hands floating out in front. I had taken the slack-line to the park in Telluride the previous afternoon, and I found myself trying to explain to a 13 year old boy who had joined us, how to accept with his feet that he needed to accept that the line wanted to move if he wanted it to be quiet.īack on Ophir, listening to my skis slide like a metronome, I looked up at the cornice we were skinning toward, and imagined having the grace and the confidence to launch off of it into the bowl below in a huge arcing air. My mind wandered, as it usually does, and I watched it land on a thought about slack-lining. ![]() As Scott and I were skinning up from Ophir the other day, we fell into a rhythm and stopped talking. ![]()
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