EB Newfarm
Cane? I'm Able!
I didn’t hear it coming. Others have reported that when it happened to them, they heard it coming. Not me. I didn’t hear it coming. It had been a routine morning, usual prep, and I was settling in to enjoy the whole process. It was relaxing because it was a vacation day, and I was going to take it slow and enjoy every last moment of the luxurious ritual. I guess I’d always just been fortunate. Maybe I thought it would never happen to me, but I suppose if you play the odds enough, chances are it will catch up to you.
Everything was going fine- no make that great, when POW! an overwhelming cloud of white hit my face. I instinctively shook my head and found it had enveloped my whole existence. As I was trying to clear space to breathe, I was then hit with a wall of hair and bristle, pushing me around and off of my feet. I began to cartwheel, arms and legs spinning and flailing around. Up was down and then up again. I was weightless, but I knew I had to keep swimming or I would lose all control. I lost all perspective except for the feel of the white, pillowy, softness that had surrounded me and the occasional slow-motion push or soft shove of hair. I was swept this way and that way, then this way and that way. My world when silent and dark, but I could smell it all around me, maybe a little powder, some lavender, and then just a hint of wet dog. I don’t know how long it went on like that, and I might have been screaming, I just don’t know. All I know is that this was not how I wanted to go, I had so much that I still wanted to do. I’m still amazed that I did not crash into anything, or that nothing hit me. I knew that there were sharp things around me and I was terrified of where they might land. I tried to brace myself and wondered if it was ever going to stop. I realized that I had not been breathing, and then I realized that I was not able to. I was in over my head in a slick, gooey slop and was utterly helpless. Things were happening too fast and yet in slow-motion at the same time.
Suddenly my head popped out of the fluffy swirls and I was almost blinded by how bright it was. I blinked and shook my head to clear my vision. The air smelled so clean and fresh, so thick and sustaining. Colors seemed brighter, I heard birds chirping away like delightful music. I laughed out loud like a lunatic, whooped and hollered, because I knew then that I would survive. I looked down and I saw the white-knuckled grip of my left fist hanging on to my new Timeless bronze. My right hand was still clutching an ivory colored cylinder that my fingers could not quite close all around its diameter. Bristles of badger stuck up through the lather in all directions, seeming to fill the whole side of the room.
The lesson, I suppose is that it could happen to any of us, anytime. Don’t get complacent. Stay humble. Know your limits and don’t push them too fast. Learn from others. Know your systems and train like it matters. Treat each day like gift that it is. This world offers much joy and beauty, but there are dangers as well.
Like I said, I never heard it coming.
(Alternate title- Today I used my new Simpson Chubby 3 for the first time.)
Everything was going fine- no make that great, when POW! an overwhelming cloud of white hit my face. I instinctively shook my head and found it had enveloped my whole existence. As I was trying to clear space to breathe, I was then hit with a wall of hair and bristle, pushing me around and off of my feet. I began to cartwheel, arms and legs spinning and flailing around. Up was down and then up again. I was weightless, but I knew I had to keep swimming or I would lose all control. I lost all perspective except for the feel of the white, pillowy, softness that had surrounded me and the occasional slow-motion push or soft shove of hair. I was swept this way and that way, then this way and that way. My world when silent and dark, but I could smell it all around me, maybe a little powder, some lavender, and then just a hint of wet dog. I don’t know how long it went on like that, and I might have been screaming, I just don’t know. All I know is that this was not how I wanted to go, I had so much that I still wanted to do. I’m still amazed that I did not crash into anything, or that nothing hit me. I knew that there were sharp things around me and I was terrified of where they might land. I tried to brace myself and wondered if it was ever going to stop. I realized that I had not been breathing, and then I realized that I was not able to. I was in over my head in a slick, gooey slop and was utterly helpless. Things were happening too fast and yet in slow-motion at the same time.
Suddenly my head popped out of the fluffy swirls and I was almost blinded by how bright it was. I blinked and shook my head to clear my vision. The air smelled so clean and fresh, so thick and sustaining. Colors seemed brighter, I heard birds chirping away like delightful music. I laughed out loud like a lunatic, whooped and hollered, because I knew then that I would survive. I looked down and I saw the white-knuckled grip of my left fist hanging on to my new Timeless bronze. My right hand was still clutching an ivory colored cylinder that my fingers could not quite close all around its diameter. Bristles of badger stuck up through the lather in all directions, seeming to fill the whole side of the room.
The lesson, I suppose is that it could happen to any of us, anytime. Don’t get complacent. Stay humble. Know your limits and don’t push them too fast. Learn from others. Know your systems and train like it matters. Treat each day like gift that it is. This world offers much joy and beauty, but there are dangers as well.
Like I said, I never heard it coming.
(Alternate title- Today I used my new Simpson Chubby 3 for the first time.)
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