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Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Walk Softly

'Typical' Beach Terrain


Photo from nerkasalmon.wordpress.com...
Great source for SE Alaska
from a commerciial fishing and poetic perspective


Eggs have no business dancing with stones.
-- Haitian Saying



Walk Softly

The world is a rough place.

A mis-step, a lurch, a moment's inattention... we can so easily find ourselves treading water or clutching a turned or broken ankle. Our thoughts and plans of a moment before delayed or altered beyond recognition. In the blink of an eye, we might compromise our future, or even end it.

If we wish to walk long, we must learn to walk softly. Carefully. Consciously. Easy does it.

I've often admired elderly persons, making their careful way along some vector, by land or sea. It's not at all obvious which is the responsible factor; the deliberate placing of each step en garde of age and attendant fragility? Or longevity furthered and attained by early acquisition of prudent habits? Likely some of both.

The School of Hard Knocks is one we all attend. Gravity, Mass, Momentum and Leverage are a faculty comprised of strict teachers. From the moment we are born they tutor us in lessons not always gentle. They make no pets, reward no slackers.

Yet, thanks to our evolutionary heritage, we may entertain youthful notions of invincibility. We leap and soar, tumble and bounce, break and mend with – often – a sense of impunity. But in the vague aftermath of our reproductive prime, we begin to find ourselves vincible indeed!

Caution creeps upon us.

Hesitation tempers the thoughtless impulse... to jump down or climb? Climb. To sprint or trot? Trot. To apply brute force or mechanical advantage? To free hand or take hold?

Bit by bit, we learn the habits of caution. That, or add to a growing flotsam of scar-tissue borne on a rising tide of impairment.

It's a choice.

*****


Anke and I spend a lot of time on rough beaches.

Not the fabled swathes of sand where one may dream along, bare of foot and free of care. Rather the kinds where, if rocks are not jagged and toothy, then worn round and shifty. Seaweeds and algal slimes make either variety all the more treacherous. Ditto the tangles of drift logs, with their occasional branch, ready to spindle and mutilate the unwary.

Primeval forest is little better, underfoot. Pitfalls and sloughing moss, root and rock, tangles and snares. And again, the splintered threat of bush and branch.

Our rule for rough terrain:

Never move without eyes on the ground; STOP to look around.

And yes, Class is still in session; violate the rule and like as not, a Hard Knock ensues. Generally in pretty short order.

Most sailors have heard the rule:

One hand for yourself; one for the ship.

This one was made in an era when life was cheap in general, but in situations where supply and demand demanded a crewman preserve himself for ship's sake. Easy to generalize. Just in case we might think it was for the sailor's sake, survivors of infractions might well incur the lash.

In our case, supply is even lower and demand much higher. How many of the two of us could we afford to lose? The rule stands.

Plenty of others accumulate. Look before you leap. Look both ways before crossing a street. Three-point progression (three secure landings for feet and hands; one seeking the next). Better safe than sorry. If they slow you down a bit, good. If they stop you, too much caution. We seek a lively balance.

And so we advance, cultivating new and expanding habits of caution. Cautiously and humbly proud of having made it thus far with all our digits intact. Our joints neither fused nor torn. Our scars but reminders of some small lesson learned. Walking ever more softly.

Even so, as I pondered these very words - blithely walking a sandy stretch of beach - for the first time in years...

I fell flat on my fool face.

6 comments:

  1. Hope you didn't get hurt :-) As we are still forced to drive nowadays I find that being diligent and aware is more and more important. Despite that, someone can rear end you with no fault of your own. You may not have been able to avoid that topple even with eyes to the ground. Shit,as they say, happens.

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    1. Hi Alan,

      Deedy it does! as it turned out, concentration was broken, my pride bruised but my person only scuffled. Had it happened another couple of decades down the road, though?

      Time to be learning good habits is NOW!

      Dave Z

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  2. "Every step of life shows much caution is required."
    -- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

    Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!”
    -- Hunter S. Thompson

    Though I lean toward the latter, somewhere in there should be a happy medium.

    So, Dave, what prompted that topic?

    Yoda

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    1. Hi Yoda,

      This may be one of those cases where all the caution in the world still ends up in a smoking heap. "On a long enough timeline, everyone's chance of survival drops...".

      We were just taking long dog walks over varied and rugged routes. Set me t'thinkin'.

      Dave Z

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  3. THE absolute most dangerous thing down here in mexico is walking a street, and any street. Civil liability just doesn't exist here and if you get hurt walking along then cest la vie, melon farmer..... that's on YOU. Rebar can be sticking out of a wall at eye level, a 2' deep hole can appear randomly in your path, a sidewalk can just stop before a 6' drop to another sidewalk, no hand rail next to a 50' drop, cars swerving off the road because of bad brakes on wet pavement, etc.. So you learn to SLOW DOWN or else.

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    1. Hi Roberto,

      Caveat emptor!

      I'm of the opinion that, leaving such 'hazards' and 'attractive nuisances' in place makes for a more aware, cautious folk. Nassim Taleb calls it 'anti-fragility'.

      So slow it is!

      Dave Z

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