Speaking words of foolery

| Saturday, October 16, 2010

I like to think I have good reflexes; I've had a lot of "Phew! Nice save" moments when something was slipping and so on. But there are other times. Something starts slipping, and time slows to a crawl. I shift my eyes to look at it. I think about what the item is and why it is falling, where it is going and what could happen next. My entire body decides to take up zen for the moment and let it be, let it be.

Time speeds up again as my favorite ceramic bowl makes a surprisingly dull thunk against the carpeted floor contrasted by its shattering, with pieces large and small scattering in a short radius.

I want to turn back time.