Saturday, November 7, 2009

Cartwheels

Cartwheel Pictures, Images and Photos

I never learned to do a cartwheel. It wasn't for lack of trying. I tried for years. I watched taller, bigger girls turn them through green grass. Their bodies graceful upside down.

But not me. I ran and placed my hands just right and kicked up my feet only to fall down. Gravity has never been my friend.

If the devil is in the details, God is surely in the cartwheel.

Even now, when I have those months where I re-embrace yoga and vegetarianism (forgetting that I'm not one of those people and reaching for Doritos) I can do most of the poses well, but not the ones on my head. The most important ones. My body. Just. Won't.

My girls can't do them either. Tess can hula hoop three hoops at once for five minutes. Rosy can sail in regattas, and Grace... she can tantrum better than I ever could. (Quite a skill....) They don't seem to notice that they are missing the cartwheel gene. I'm glad. They might hold me responsible. I don't want to be the one who stopped their flight.

But in my mind, and on the pages I am doing cartwheels. Cartwheels for my life, my freedom, my comfort. Cartwheels that I made it this far without much damage. Cartwheels for decisions and for love and light and lingering laziness that makes me who I am and not some other mother.

Cartwheels as I watch my friends realize their dreams and without any shade of green accept the fact that mine are just around the corner.

Now... If only I could actually do a cartwheel or two, I'd make it around the corner quicker!

26 comments:

  1. Can't do one either. My son can, though! Totally unfair.

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  2. I hurt myself trying, but I couldn't learn it.

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  3. Me either, but I gave up trying very early on.
    As for the other cartwheels, which I had never before now thought of in those terms, yes, I've had loads of them
    I think the biggest ones, of Olympic standard, had to be when each of my 3 kids were born.
    And they sometimes repeat when I look at them 17, 16 and 13 years later.
    Thanks Suzyhaze for the reminder and the new description.

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  4. Shades of green tarnish our hearts. Shades of gold are brighter and lighter. :-)

    Nevine

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  5. I could never do them either. Could do splits, put my leg behind my neck, but no cartwheels. So glad you're turning them in your heart, though.
    karen

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  6. This is great...so glad to hear you are doing cartwheels of the 'other kind'
    Your girls are so making up for it too.
    Me? I can still do a cartwheel. But somedays...that is all I can muster up. :)

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  7. I can do a cartwheel. I makes my Daughter soooo envious.

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  8. Yay for cartwheels! I can do the kind where you fall down in the middle. I'm the queen of that! =)

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  9. I'm not much for cartwheels either. But it sounds as though you're doing the important kind!

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  10. Ok, this makes me want to try a cartwheel again. It's been years! I have the feeling I might seriously hurt myself if I try. I'm a yoga novice and I can't do any of the headstand poses yet.

    We think you're fabulous Suzanne and we can't wait until we're doing cartwheels over your fabulous news. Soon. Very, very soon.

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  11. Don't worry--I'll teach you how. I can do them well ;) I'll even catch you if you fall!

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  12. I can't do a cartwheel either. I tried and tried when I was younger, but nope, I got nothing.

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  13. Your writing flows. It is beautiful loveliness, even better than a cartwheel.

    Love your point, "If the devil is in the details, God is surely in the cartwheel."

    I've never been able to do a cartwheel either. I'm almost 38 yrs old. none of my 4 kids can, either. We're missing that gene, too.

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  14. Beautiful. I am cartwheeling too. For my life. For my sense of worth. For my healing.

    Cartwheels on dry land are massively over rated! :)

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  15. I can't cartwheel either...but I'm doing a forward roll for ya. :)

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  16. I used to cartwheel--on my sixteenth birthday I cartwheeled around the entire common in a small town in New Hampshire to celebrate. The very thought scares me now. Life hasn't changed much without physical cartwheels, but the emotional ones are critical to survival.

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  17. Thanks for the comments all! Don't forget the contest!

    Also, I tried again. Today. And think I pinched a nerve in my neck. No joke! :)

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  18. Maybe your cartwheel gene was replaced with your creative gene! Your writing arcs through an idea so gracefully.

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  19. I can't do cartwheels. Now crabwheels--those I can do :)

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  20. I know that I would wind up in traction if I tried a cartwheel! But you're right, that we're doing "cartwheels" in many other ways. Great post!

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  21. This past summer I saw two little girls doing cartwheels at an outdoor concert in Port Townsend, WA. Very cool to see. I've never done a true cartwheel but I love your analogy of cartwheeling in other ways in life.

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  22. I can do them but not gracefully. I'm glad you're doing the cartwheels that you can because if anyone deserves the whirling dance of freedom and joy, it's you.

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  23. i can do cartwheels. But more importantly, i, like you, re-embrace yoga and such things ona regular basis, and then reach for the doritos.

    thanks for coming to visit my blog. i'm glad you did, it gave me a chance to spend some time reading yours - love it.

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