A good mutt life is something akin to acrobatics. You might wobble, but do whatever you can to get to the other side.
I’m fascinated by the circus. Especially the highwire. Most anything adventurous with an element of risk — it’s for me. In fact, I filled out the application for circus school at one time. You’ll have to wait until I’m done with my memoir to find out what happened.
There’s nothing like the thrill of living on the edge but now that I’m all grown up (did I really say that?) I make sure my thrills aren’t too life threatening.
Back to the circus. Tightwire is the art of maintaining balance while walking along a tensioned wire between two points. Highwire is the same as tightwire but at much greater height. In French, it’s called Funambule. Isn’t that a little too close to fumble?
In China, ‘Dawazi’ or high wire walking has a 430-year history. Jews don’t do this, I’m sure, but I’ll check with that branch of my people.
Tightrope walkers sometimes use balancing poles and might even perform the feat without a safety net. That adds to the excitement for us on-lookers! There’s got to be some extra thrill for the walker, too, especially if she’s on a wire 2100 feet over the Yangtze River.
The biomechanics go something like this. Tightrope acrobats maintain balance by positioning their center of mass directly over their base of support, i.e. shifting most of their weight over their legs, arms or whatever part of their body they are using to hold themselves up.
My point? It never helps to be rigid in life. And if you’re a mutt, you need to flex and flow more than others. Remember, we’re all a mutt in one way or another. So find a base of support, shift a little when you need, and hold on. It helps a little to hope for the best, and keep a positive attitude.
Thought for the day: Look inside your muttilicious self. Find your center. Dig deep and seek balance. And don’t wait four hundred years.Don’t ask about Mutt Meditation #1 through 15. They’re scattered throughout this blog, and not numbered yet. I know, my non-linear scramble is enough to drive any reader crazy. I’m still working on lining up my brain waves. Who knows, maybe it’s the heroin-at-birth thing.