Make em' sweat!

Sweat we did...although the sun was not shinning, layers were still being removed to feel the refreshing tickle of the sprinkling water of the sky...a rainy day in seattle, specifically a sunday, the recipe book was turned open to "stay inside and veg out" and we even had all of the ingredients to satisfy this! As I frequently do, I improvised. Instead of staying inside, we headed outside, with a very precise plan of course: play basketball. Luckily up the street used to be home to some special kids and teachers alike, still is home to a hoop and court, but misses the playful and oh so necessary kids...why aren't they there anymore? The school was shut down, teachers and children removed: community interrupted. Where are those kids now? and their dedicated teachers?

I think the last time I played basketball, really played like with other people was in middle shcool, I made the first points of the game and then didnt touch the ball much after that. But this day was different, I touched every single spot on that ball and then some, turned it inside out! The ball didn't touch the hoop too many times, but it got passed, caught, drippled, checked, re bounded, thrown, chased- it was in motion, we were in motion, in our bodies, in the game. I felt so free and so powerful, I felt confident even though I made but 5 shots. The confidence came through just being out there and playing, making the choice to go outside and try something different, feeling my heart beat, not because I was forcing it to do so, but because I coudn't stop it from doing so; natural confidence, free from the ego...this freedom enabled me to disconnect from my mind and judgements and just play, the continual breath and movement being the guiding force...power and creativity were channelled through self and friends...community still exists here. I have appreciation for these courts, these stomping grounds and the energy that still remains...