#nimbleness

I figured it was some sort of hood, though on a minimalist costume like that I couldn’t for the life of me see the point of a head-covering when so much else was left, er, open to the elements.

That’s why I used the word “coif” instead, it being the name for something that actually belongs with armour - and after a quick Google I found these:

Not too different. Of course this rig-out is more pacifist than armour, since...

...it offers such an opportunity to turn the other cheek.

Sunday Inspiration.     Post by David Joel Miller.

Agile. Photo courtesy of Pixabay.com

“There is nothing to winning, really. That is, if you happen to be blessed with a keen eye, an agile mind, and no scruples whatsoever.”

― Alfred Hitchcock

“Ideally, the umpire should combine the integrity of a Supreme Court judge, the physical agility of an acrobat, the endurance of Job and the imperturbability…

Legerity, /le’ger-itē/ - Lightness, nimbleness.

bang rtsal sbyong - nimbleness in running [JV]

bya ga - pliancy, nimbleness, agility of body [RY]

bya ga - pliancy, nimbleness, agility [IW]

byag pa - pliancy, nimbleness, agility of body [JV]

rtsal sbyong - bodily exercise, nimbleness, agility, proficiency, forceful purification [JV]

 I have serious balance issues (just ask my therapist, ARF ARF). The older I get, the more it would appear that my inner spirit level is all wonked- up to fuck. On pretty much an hourly basis I will stumble, usually when getting up from a seated position, or walking up stairs, and usually to the side. I don't fall over or hurt myself; it's just a bit embarrassing. Most of the time.

 On the dancefloor, it's becoming an issue. I'm pretty much at one with the idea that I may never reach the dizzy heights of International Lindy Stardom; I'm not young and I'm not particularly nimble and grace has never been one of my virtues. But I'd like to be a serviceable follow one day. At the moment, I'm afraid that I'm actually verging on dangerous. Yesterday evening at the end of an extremely encouraging dance with a lovely, lovely lead, I tripped over his feet or my own, and we nearly hit the deck. It was a horrid end to what felt otherwise like my smoothest, least stumbly, least beginner- ish dance ever.