Just have to bang this out really quick before I run off to work for the day. It’s not fully formed yet, but these are musings from a day spent on and off the balance board. Yesterday I found my center of balance. It “rocked”, so to speak. Sorry for the bad pun… It’s like maybe two inches below my sternum. I totally found it. I didn’t know it was such a discernible spot, something you could so totally get into physically. And there it is. So, Da Vinci, esoteric Renaissance wisdom, circus arts. Vitruvian Man, the circle of activity carved out by a man’s reach, by any particular being’s existence. Possibilities, center of balance. Rotational axis, centrifugal force. Flower of life, many small circles of action, rotating together in unison. The simple machines. Pulley, wheel, axle. Wheel rotates in full. Pulley is stationary, rope moves around it. Axles connect the rotational cycles of two or more wheels, humming in unison. The solstice is a point of shifting balance within a natural rotational cycle.
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