Mental delights of physical actions.....

Just thought I would write a bit. The mind is wandering tonight.
Clouds are moving in and I can smell the weather softly ticking my nose with change.
Looking forward to coldness that frosts the air as I breath. The sunrise this morning was beautiful "baby colors" as my roommate Sharon says.
I see skies that are rosy and soft with blankets of blue hugging the edges of a sleepy eye as it opens to view the world.
Crisp it was. Soft warmth this evening. Tomorrow is unknown but looked forward to with anticipation.

Climbing tomorrow night. To use my mind to place my hands and feet into the tiny holds that allow me to go up the inwardly curved walls and reaching a highly placed metal measure of success. Then sliding and slipping down by guidance and trust of another's hands.
Standing at the bottom of the cement well. Looking up at the holds and crevices that I have been up numerous times. Each time a different approach and each time a different me ascends. Noticing that a calmer me descends afterwards. I am not thinking of anything other than how to place my hands, my feet, my weight, my knowledge, and my trust. The feel of reaching back that last few seconds and placing the sofest white dust of gypsum on my finger tips....hoping it helps me to hold on a little better. Oh gosh, where to start. I have looked up and seen the goal...not to shy away....but which path to choose this time.
Reaching and the first pull of my muscles lets me know that I am in motion even without leaving the ground.
Deep breath.... exhale as I move upwards and reach with my hands while feet press and muscles slide over themselves.
"Climbing" I state (meaning 'be aware of my actions, my Belayer!')
"Climb on!" states my partner (meaning 'I am aware and watching, my Climber!')
You can feel the air as it moves around and away from you and motion is made upwards.

The beginning of the climb is only a teasewhile the trust and the fire comes from somewhere at the beginning and in the ending of the exercise. The slip from a hold and the heart stopping feeling of "falling!" being shouted. I watch my climber without shifting my eyes away from the rope or from their positioning on the wall. I pray that the Belayer is doing the same for me. YES! The honored me by the simple fact that "GOT YOU!" comes up from the ground and I only dance down a few feet from where I was clinging to the small crevice of will and strength. Continuing on until I am reaching and pushing my muscles to touch, slap and laugh at the metal goal that sets into the wall and away from the solid form of the wall.
"TAKE!" I yell (meaning 'you have control of my body, my Belayer'.)
"GOT YOU, LOWERING!" I hear from far below (meaning 'I am guiding you safely back to me, my Climber'.)

To bounce upon the earth and watch the smiles of eyes that were aware of my every move.
Pleasure exudes outwardly with the knowledge that I am to be trusted to hold my partner as they dance upon the rope this time.

"CLIMBING!" says my Climber as they look into my eyes and then turn to face the wall.
"CLIMB ON!!" state I , the trusted Belayer moving in rhythm with the climb.



Circe