"Hey, Coconut Mon" acrylic on canvas |
When I was
a child, I loved to climb trees. I could look down on passersby, but they couldn’t
see me. It gave me a great sense of power. I felt larger than life. Today, this
concept is given a grown-up term called the “big picture.” This overview or
perception is essential in planning and setting goals.
Many of the things I needed to know in life, I learned as a
child; take jump rope. I gained more than building coordination. I learned how
to merge. Do you notice how many people simply don’t know how to do this with
discretion?
There are the bullies who drive into traffic like a bat out of
you-know- what, always expecting that an opening will be waiting automatically.
Sometimes they make it, causing people like you and me to stomp on our brakes
or swerve into dangerous congestion. Or they slam on their own brakes and wait.
By the time an opening appears, their car is at a standstill.
Then there are the turtles, the terrified ones who creep up
onto the ramp, afraid of whizzing cars and trucks. They don’t have enough speed
to merge in, and so they wait with a trail of cars behind them. These are the
people who, when they were kids, either never played jump rope, or were never
good at it.
They were the ones who stood and watched the rope go around
and around, and when the time was right, they stood there as immobile as slugs.
If they finally found courage to jump in, they were so out of sync that they
tripped on the rope – game over.
"Cattle grazing with egrets" 11 x 14 oil on archival canvas |
It’s all about rhythm. There are signs that alert a jumper
when the time is right: the tapping of the rope on pavement, the height of the
rope when it’s time to jump in. It’s all about gut feel and the rhythms of
life; moving when the time is right and taking turns.
I call it tact. Some people naturally have it. They must
have been jump rope pros! They seem to know when to talk and when to keep their
mouths shut. They sense when another
person is tense or angry. They are in tune with other people’s feelings and the
rhythms and patterns of human speech and emotion. Unlike their opposing
counterparts who blurt out insulting remarks without thinking. Tacky!
"Window on Pine Island" 16 x 20 oil on wrapped canvas |
These tactless souls are the ones who swerve in and out of
traffic without regard for anyone else’s safety. They are the shoppers who push
past others waiting in line, crashing into them like bumper cars. They are
impatient. They think having to wait is for wimps. Anger propels them. They
don’t have time for games unless they can win. “What’s in it for me?” is the
question that prefaces every action. They are bulldozers in human form.
You find out a lot about people by waiting in lines and
driving down the highway. You find out who knows when to merge and who doesn’t.
And you discover discourteous people who refuse to move left, even when they
can, to allow someone else to enter the highway. I swear these people never
jumped rope.
"Fish Market" acrylic on 18 x 24 canvas |
If I had my way, jump rope would be a part of every Drivers
Ed. Class; maybe even part of college preparatory education or on-the-job
training. Who knows, there might be
fewer accidents on the road and more teamwork on the job. But that’s just my
opinion. What’s yours?
lovely; these paintings capture people's emotions and characters
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely thing to say! Thank you so much!
DeleteEnjoyed your analogy and think you hit on something here. I was pretty good at jump rope and seem to make it OK in life as well (some may argue that point.) But have observed what you described in many people. Good writing - thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Marcia. I think there is a certain rhythm to life and some people always seem to be "out of sync." The things we learn are stepping stones to the next level. I had a friend with a slow to develop daughter. When she was six they taught her how to crawl; it has something to do with brain patterning. Must be something to it!
DeleteOf tree climbing - A friend of mine was on his way home from a night on the town with some mates. He had got some way ahead of them, and while passing a park, thought it would be a bit of a laugh to climb into one of the trees that overhang the path and give them a fright as they passed beneath.
ReplyDeleteHe got onto a nice stout branch, and lay, panther-like, with arms and legs dangling to either side, to await his prey...
A sharp poke in the side, (from, as it turned out, the end of an elderly gentleman's cane), a nasty taste in the mouth, a painfully bright light penetrating the eyelids, and a certain stiffness in the limbs, all signs that soon after climbing to his perch, he fell asleep, allowing his friends to pass by unmolested, only to wonder where he'd got to.
Ok, not overly relevant, but I do have a tendency to follow a thought to it's conclusion.
Great post as usual by the way. ;~}
Thanks for the belly laugh, Dale. Your story was much funnier than mine. Appreciate your comments!
DeleteYou're too kind.
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