Isn’t it strange how life is always changing, around the sun, we are rearranging, But so perfectly in place each and every day that 24 hours is always the same.
And yet, I’m spinning, we’re spinning. And I’m flipping out, no wonder my head is so filled with doubt, Life is happening on a cosmic merry-go-round.
I’m always twisting and twirling, saying, “slow this thing down,” but to my surprise there’s no way to get out.
So I sit here with that headache from those rides at the fair, the ones where you vomit into the thin spinning air.
I didn’t buy this ticket, I didn’t stand in a line, but somehow I’m on it and this ride is called Time….
It won’t stop, no! Won’t even slow down, but sometimes the rotation brings me back around,
To the places I’ve been, to the feelings I’ve felt, to the moments she left me to breathe and be still.
The moments she stepped out, so that I could take in the magnitude of the situation to replay them again.
She left me in childhood, when summer sun would not fade.
She left me and my sister in the yard when we played.
She left me in the school halls with newly learned facts.
She left me when I saw Him carrying his backpack.
She leaves me in moments when the passion is great.
She leaves when new life from my body greets its first days.
She leaves me when grief is so big that I must just lay.
She leaves me when pain etches it’s own pathways.
And though she leaves me quick, to slowly embrace, She returns with a vengeance to pick up the pace.
For time must move faster with each year we age, so that when the end comes, a blur is all we must face.
The haze from the people and places we’ve passed, unfocused for it was all spinning so fast.
Did you catch glimpses of the sun and sky, did you stop to take in the thoughts behind your eyes?
And then in an instant she decides to stand still and she whispers that she hopes your life was a thrill.
And with her departing, your brain hits rewind, and in one final breath you close your eyes, and relive the whole ride of your journey in Time.
🤔 Hmmmm. I was at the Trampoline Park today, and it dawned on me, “Wait, what? What is happening to all the humans here, right now? Why are we all so happy, so giddy, so joyful? What is it that has reached the oldest of gents to the tenderest of tots, spreading smiles amongst all?”
Jumping!!!! Unified Jumping is what!
I looked out and laughingly embraced the genuine, true, heartfelt smiles beaming from one person to another. There was no shame. Age didn’t matter, size-shape-color-gender-class-socioeconomic status-political party-religion-sexuality, none of it mattering as we frolicked like that of antelopes from one trampoline square to another in our matching psychedelic socks.
With giant leaps, and super strides, we all take our shot at suspending gravity’s pull, our time in the air is held with grins that are real, extending from our mouths to the wrinkles at the corners of our eyes. There is no faking, these are the smiles of time-less fun.
I people watch a moment longer and I nearly cackle. The variety of jumpers is pure hilarity, and each kind of jumper has goals.
There is the gazelle strider, allowing only one foot to touch each patch as they swiftly glide from one end of the entire park to another. They are unaware that anyone is around them.
There are then the knee-tuckers. They spend time in one patch really getting a rhythm before moving to a neighboring square. Usually, knee-tuckers are young and they falsely hope that by tucking the knee, they’ll achieve more air-time, instead they plummet.
There are the spread eaglers. From one square, they accomplish toe touch after toe touch, after toe-touch, until at once, a leg buckles, they wobble and become uneven, sometimes falling, they must rest.
Also, there are the big boy bouncers. They rain down without warning onto whatever black patch is nearest them. They have no care for who is in their way, rocketing small children into the air, often leaving parents confused as to what just happened. Their force propels them furiously multiple squares away. As if they’d never been there at all.
The stiff-leggers are usually middle age, and they either can’t move the way they once did or simply have forgotten how to loosen up and bend at the knee. They stay in one black square for at least 3 minutes before stopping and walking to another patch.
There are also the runners. These are the folks who enjoy the spring of each bounce, but they do not jump, instead they launch into a sprint, having enough control to dodge those younger then themselves. However, at times, a runner’s front half moves faster than their feet, leaving them face-planted on two patches.
We also have the adolescent gymnasts. Often, they use several patches to display the parts of their floor routine applicable to the space they’re allotted. Onlookers are awed.
Next, there are the tots on their one black patch, trying to escape their care-givers with fierce determination. The care-givers are those who have sheer frazzled terror on their faces, as they understand their child is one gazelle-strider away from being booted into eternity.
Finally, there are my favorites, the humpty dumpty jumpers. They bounce, flop, roll, twist, face-plant, back-plant, ricochet, and donkey-kick all in their own little space. They are content. And, I like watching their joy! I get completely cracked up as I see them ricochet off the side trampolines with fervor and smiles. They don’t give a shit about anything but landing their jump. They range in age from 5-65.
Anyhow, today-as I tried to keep my one year old out of harms way, I just took a moment to embrace ALL THESE PEOPLE who paid money to be able to become mutual jumpers. Jumping in mass brought us all to a common place of shared happiness. I decided that perhaps Congress should meet under this circumstance of shared jumping. “Perhaps, jumping was the answer to all that is wrong in this world, perhaps jumping was the way of the future?” I pondered. Did our ancestors use jumping to bridge some kind of gap, I mean, we are all here, and we are all loving this, it’s like it’s in our DNA…
Before my very eyes the walls that divide us, were being bounced into oblivion. And, while I can’t put my finger on exactly how, I know for sure that jumping is taking us places…
Could mutual jumping be the next frontier????
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(Yes, this is me being a dork, this is my weird humor, I find random moments-hilarious at times, ima crazy- I know!)
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