Turning is Falling

We need body rockin’ not perfection

Let me get some action from the back section

Body movin’ body movin’

A1 sound in the town so soothing

Body movin’ body movin’

We be get­ting down and you know we’re crush groovin’

(Beastie Boys)

I’m walk­ing, I’m falling. Cen­tripetal force keeps this surfer on this board at this ridicu­lous angle. Cen­tripetal force is the ”center-finding force” that dri­ves the car through the turn (the dri­ver thinks he is driving…ha). Center-finding force. I like that. Bod­ies at rest tend to stay at rest and bod­ies in motion (love that phrase) tend to stay in motion, which is why speed counts. To make changes, to turn in my life, I need a crit­i­cal speed to stay mov­ing, and it turns out that speed is any speed, as long as it is not none. Make a move, turn, walk­ing, falling. The trust in walk­ing is that the earth will once again show up to min­i­mize the fall – it does not always turn out that way, but the alter­na­tive is to sit on my ass and do noth­ing and never get the feel­ing of float­ing above the ground, step by step, and def­i­nitely never get the feel­ing of find­ing my cen­ter as I whip through a mov­ing wall of water. Body moving.