Having seen the body in motion, a truly unique thing to watch. Smoothly, slick, fluid, lumbering, daunting. A thing of beauty and scorn, that most times we take it for granted.
The simply act of movement, the way we walk, the simple raising of one foot before the other. The bend of the knee, the swing of the arm, the bend of the wrist, the bringing down of the next step. All in one fluid choreograph motion, done without a though.
The foot our foot. A truly unique creation of our anatomy. Able to support weight, 100 times more than its size and weight. Constantly pounding the ground with each step we make, bending and turning as we lift it to repeat the same process of walking again and again through out the day.
Only a slight pressure pain felt at the end of a hard days standing and walking. As we age, the pains begin to increase, as bone rub against bone and muscle rub against muscle.
The constant wear and tear begin to take its toll on our body, and the body that great machine of Ours begins to readjust to cope with the new pains and stress that it undergoes sometimes without us know that it is doing it.
Even when we are still young and strong, it only takes one hit or scrape or misstep for a error to occur to remind us that we are truly mortal. A trip and fall and we have a micro fracture, that makes doing what we use to do a lot harder and painful. A tore ligaments prevents us taking a step.
A hard fall an elbow dislocated. All and all the fluid grace of our body reduces to a slow dredge or walk.
Finally when we are older, we move with a subtle grace of age, slower but more sure and cautious. In all our movement there is grace and beauty, a beauty we need to cherish and bask in. For imagine if we could not move, or could not sway because of lack or error.
Images coutesy: BID, Scot Eaton
The simply act of movement, the way we walk, the simple raising of one foot before the other. The bend of the knee, the swing of the arm, the bend of the wrist, the bringing down of the next step. All in one fluid choreograph motion, done without a though.
The foot our foot. A truly unique creation of our anatomy. Able to support weight, 100 times more than its size and weight. Constantly pounding the ground with each step we make, bending and turning as we lift it to repeat the same process of walking again and again through out the day.
Only a slight pressure pain felt at the end of a hard days standing and walking. As we age, the pains begin to increase, as bone rub against bone and muscle rub against muscle.
The constant wear and tear begin to take its toll on our body, and the body that great machine of Ours begins to readjust to cope with the new pains and stress that it undergoes sometimes without us know that it is doing it.
Even when we are still young and strong, it only takes one hit or scrape or misstep for a error to occur to remind us that we are truly mortal. A trip and fall and we have a micro fracture, that makes doing what we use to do a lot harder and painful. A tore ligaments prevents us taking a step.
A hard fall an elbow dislocated. All and all the fluid grace of our body reduces to a slow dredge or walk.
Finally when we are older, we move with a subtle grace of age, slower but more sure and cautious. In all our movement there is grace and beauty, a beauty we need to cherish and bask in. For imagine if we could not move, or could not sway because of lack or error.
Images coutesy: BID, Scot Eaton
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