Skipping

Skipping, the  repost below, is from one year ago. Now that I live in Ajijic, Mexico, I’m on the lookout for buddies to Skip Along the Malecon.

Today at the beginning of a wonderful run along my beloved French Broad River, I skipped! One hundred times! Children, like lambs, grow quickly. Their tendons and ligaments feel great when stretched.  So when running, walking and playing, young children naturally skip, because it stretches their growing bodies, and makes them happy. And then there’s me, going on 70, feeling fit, but neither child nor lamb. Excited, though, about to start a new chapter in my life, stretching for it!

I’ve had the desire before. I admit it. My body has wanted to skip but I have held back. Because there were people around, because I was self-conscious. Sometimes I have skipped, just a bit, because I couldn’t help it, but this morning I really let it rip. Each rise, I kissed the sky; each touch of my foot to earth, I was grounded in the embrace of gravity. Ahh!

Skipping! It puts me in a state that nothing else does. Just try to be sad while you’re skipping. You can’t!! So what is this state of skipping? My feet are only doing part of it. The earth is doing the other part, pushing back to lift (my body and) spirits. Oh, I see. Skipping is an interactive activity— with Trampoline Earth!

Skipping. It makes a lamb, a child, and an elder, HAPPY.

Bonus, a vid to make you laugh: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C8WBq6dVW4A

Meet you on the Malecon–Let’s skip!