Monday, September 2, 2013
Cartwheels ... Just Because
While walking along the seawall, I noticed a young bikini-clad woman performing a cartwheel on the beach. This reminded me of an old photo taken at another local beach where my toddler daughter is cartwheeling naked on the sand. A simple pleasure, done ... just because. I got to thinking - when had I last executed a cartwheel? How old was I? Most likely in my twenties, three decades ago. Where was I and who was I with? What if on that day, someone had said, "Vera, this is the last time you will experience the joy of doing a cartwheel." Would I have laughed at the absurdity of that statement? Would I have thought the person crazy? Would I have then made a conscious effort to continue incorporating cartwheels into my life? As I continued walking, I decided that another cartwheel was long overdue. Arriving home, I placed my hands firmly on the grass, then swung my legs up and over. It was not very graceful but it was a cartwheel nonetheless. I am sure that my granddaughter will happily practise with me.