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The more we practice risking to leap, the more proficient we become, the more our fears melt away, and we grow ever stronger in the doing.
How often have I painted a splendid picture of a journey marked by courageous ascents and daring desert crossings when all along all I've really been doing is running?
throwing the football. But instead
I folded my arms. "I don't usually do stakeouts."
"I thought it might be a nice change of pace for you. All that knocking down of doors and burning down of buildings must get tiring."
"I don't always knock down doors," I said. "Sometimes it's a wall.
bein' on th' stepladder lookin, over th' wall. But I'll tell
Time is passing : not leaden stepping
But sprinting on winged feet,
Quick silver slipping by.
Precarious, life is. A flying leap. A sweep of hand. A star flung across the night. A lucky catch in this whirling juggling circus act.
From Steam Drills, Treadmills, and Shooting Stars
Racing down the kingsroad, as if to outrun his doubts.
Having been a stunt girl for so long, a big part of my job was to not just make the other person look as cool as they could, but also to act as a support. My job was to make them as safe as they could be, so that they could be as explosive and as emotionally engaged as they could be.
Living in a community with very wounded people, I came to see that I had lived most of my life as a tightrope artist trying to walk on a high, thin cable from one tower to the other, always waiting for the applause when I had not fallen off and broken my leg.
Whats the name you Poms have for that thing where you jump up and down and hit each other with sticks?"
"Sex?"
"Gardening?"
He snapped his fingers. "Morris dancing.
I had to have running training because I'm not a very good runner. I run weird. The hardest stunt is probably basic running. And trying not to hit myself in the face with my bow, are my two greatest challenges.
The Trial of Miles; Miles of Trials.
You move forward, and when you falter, you get up. And when you can't, you let us carry you. You let me carry you.
Dancingiseverything,' continued the Sheep Man. 'Danceintip-topform. Dancesoitallkeepsspinning. Ifyoudothat, wemightbeabletodosomethingforyou. Yougottadance. Aslongasthemusicplays.
breathtakingly lewd exhibition of modesty.
Flying is not only the art of the birds, but it is also the art of the artists!
He put his foot on one pedal, scooted a few yards and swung his other leg over the saddle. He soared left into the vertiginously sloping hillside road and sped, without touching his brakes ... The hedgerows and sky blurred; he imagined himself in a velodrome as the wind whipped his hair clean ...
Jumping out a window five hundred feet above ground is not usually my idea of fun. Especially when I'm wearing bronze wings and flapping my arms like a duck.
Skydiving - I love to do that.
I'm working on a movie called 'Labor Day' with Kate Winslet while still balancing kite boarding. Being an actress and an athlete is a challenge, but I'm excited to see what happens.
Plodding wins the race.
It is hard enough for anyone to map out a course of action and stick to it, particularly in the face of the desires of one's friends; but it is doubly hard for an aviator to stay on the ground waiting for just the right moment to go into the air.
I'm not expressing anything. I'm presenting people moving.
How do you expect to learn to dance when you have not even learned to walk! And above the dancer is still the flyer and his bliss.
I love to show off my ability in a nice way.
embarrassing himself, he
The men flyers have given out the impression that aeroplaning is very perilous work, something that an ordinary mortal should not dream of attempting. But when I saw how easily the man flyers manipulated their machines I said I could fly.
The Englishman foxtrots as he fox-hunts, with all his being, through thickets, through ditches, over hedges, through chiffons, through waiters, over saxophones, to the victorious finish; and who goes home depends on how many the ambulance will accommodate.
I walk alone, absorbed in my fantastic play,
Fencing with rhymes, which, parrying nimbly, back away;
Tripping on words, as on rough paving in the street,
Or bumping into verses I long had dreamed to meet.
weaving his way across
Hurry n: The dispatch of bunglers.
Obstacles are there to get around, climb over or scramble through.
Unlike my esteemed colleague Garry Kasparov, I don't restrict the strength of opposition to Elo 2000, as fly-swatting makes poor spectator sport. (on simultaneous exhibitions)
True sportsmanship is excellence in motion!
There is a joy in danger.
Ah, you coward! Look at you, running." "Actually, it's called improvising.
What a lark! What a plunge!
This / is the use of trampolines / I will remember, the broken sunlight / Coming through the trees in a strange / Land, and lighting up my rising / And falling children, and their friends, / And the apples falling, / The new trees rising.
The amateurs discuss tactics: the professionals discuss logistics
Are you entirely sure of that knot?' asked Morveer. 'There is no place in the plan for a lengthy drop'.
'Twenty-eight strides', said Friendly.
'What?'
'The drop'.
A brief pause, 'That is not helpful'.
World's flying like birds; my car's in flight. The city lights are spattered on my windshield like the fragments of the night. And I'm in flight. The sky's a wheel, a merry-go-round of wings and snow and steel, and fire. We'll tread the sky, we'll ride the scarlet horses.
For what is falling to a flyer but a pleasant reminder, a firm affirmation of wings.
One impulse of photography, as immediate as its impulse to extend the visible, is to theatricalize its subjects. The photographer's command, Watch the birdie! is essentially a stage direction.
Never soar aloft on an enemy's pinions.
Women have been looking for a cape and have been handed an apron for centuries.
But here was a man who wanted to help women swing their apron around, let it flutter down their backs and watch them soar through the clear blue skies
Tumbling has always been my favorite.
Stuntwork ... once, I've really only done one thing, which is take a punch and transport myself into the air onto a mat.
When the morning's freshness has been replaced by the weariness of midday, when the leg muscles give under the strain, the climb seems endless, and suddenly nothing will go quite as you wish it is then that you must not hesitate.
Ducking around twisted trees whose fingers are branches spread like cracked ceilings under gray sky.
going to the mattresses
Dancing takes a certain lightness, a spring in the step, an elasticity in the calves; a kind of joie de vivre, or alternatively a leavening element of self-proclaiming stupidity in one's make-up.
Giving a good performance, giving it all is what it's all about. I love to perform.
I'm a performer.
A little backflip (backflips), but it's not part of Parkour, but i like doing this since i did gym.
For ages, in my lunch hours, I would just go round and choreograph fight scenes. For fun. So now I'm very good at being thrown around. I bounce, in the words of my friends.
Risk the fall to know how it feels to fly.
Lengthen your stride/go the extra mile
Licence my roving hands, and let them go
Before, behind, between, above, below.
In skydiving, it is the fear response that gradually weakens. During the precipitous descent, the amply tested parachutist can savor the thrill rather than endure the panic.
Some day I shall write a novel and call it 'A Walking Tour in the Congo' or 'Thrills and Spills in Aeronautics'; but I keep this type of title as a last & mercenary resort.
It sometimes requires courage to fly from danger.
attempt to escape,
From regular, relative skydiving, I went on to freeflying. Freeflying is more the three-dimensional skydiving.
Sleepwalking down the hall like a firefly in the fog.
Who bravely dares must sometimes risk a fall.
Athletes have studied how to leap and how to survive the leap some of the time and return to the ground. They don't always do it well. But they are our philosophers of actual moments and the body and soul in them, and of our maneuvers in our emergencies and longings.
Walking with the projected chest
Feeling like you just won
The race has been tough
But the joy of winning is too good;
CHAPTER 6 Dovewing
Appear at points which the enemy must hasten to defend; march swiftly to places where you are not expected.
Performers try harder.
I am a performer; that's what I like to do.
A jump jockey has to throw his heart over the fence - and then go over and catch it.
When we were children we were errant enough to wish to be birds for the day but there's nothing easier to lose than playfulness.
Yesterday from my office window I saw a crippled girl negotiating her way across the street, her shoulders squarely braced. At each jerky movement her hair flew back like an annunciatory angel, and I saw she was the only dancer on the street.
Feeling like a paratrooper about to jump, knowing my chute was packed by people who don't care how hard I land.
When spreading your wings do not fear, the people who love you will always pick you back up when you fall, and on the day that you learn to soar the ones who love you will be your biggest cheerleaders.
Capture a shadow, dance with the wind, stand in a rainbow, begin at the end.
I know something about performing. I know that when it seems like the avalanche is about to roll over you, you face into it and keep both arms swimming as hard as you can. You smile and you sell it.
I take the paraglider to the mountain or I roll Daisy out of her hangar and I pick the prettiest part of the sky and I melt into the wing and then into the air, till I'm just soul on a sunbeam.
The play takes place on a ramp, hanging from a ramp, below a ramp, and to the sides of a ramp.
Giving one another the rather embarrassed grins of people who know that they've just been part of a synchronized making-a-fool-of-yourself team.
Running so hard, her breath stippled with pain to go faster, hit the grass harder, move forward faster, like she could break through something in front of her, something no one else saw.
Lila walked by with her nose in the air. In a straight line behind her, six obedient kindergartners waddled like baby geese, singing in unison, 'Row, row, row your yacht ...
Going into the woods, is going home
My goal is to show everyone that they, too, can do what they love to do.
What Aunt Tess loved to say was: Sugar, it's no parade but you'll get down the street one way or another, so you'd just as well throw your shoulders back and pick up your pace.
Each day befriend a single fear, and the miscellaneous terrors of being human will never join together to form such a morass of vague anxiety that it rules your life from the shadows of the unconscious. We learn to fly not by being fearless, but by the daily practice of courage.
I jumped between two seven-story buildings in Los Angeles, launching from one rooftop to the other with ramps.
THE ADVENTURE OF THE SOLITARY CYCLIST
his way across the slanted roof over the
Seeking higher ground is not a destination, but an elevation. Wings up, eyes shut open.
One pretends to do something, or copy someone or some teacher, until it can be done confidently and easily in what becomes one's own style
You jump on a bike and start peddling. You fall down and you get up again. I've always been a 'learn by doing' kind of guy.
Humans don't leap buildings. Stuntmen with harnesses do. And won't my crashing eight stories to the ground be detrimental to the mission? The dark elves will swarm me and take me hostage instantly."
"That might be true, but you're not going to fall," he said.
If, sir, men were all virtuous, I should with great alacrity teach them all to fly. But what would be the security of the good if the bad could at pleasure invade them from the sky? Against an army sailing through the clouds neither wall, nor mountains, nor seas could afford any security.
Flying High with the Angels
around, hiding for hours in dark shadows until the target comes
Sugar, it's no parade but you'll get down the street one way or another, so you'd just as well throw your shoulders back and pick up the pace.
When you've reached a certain point in your life, there are people out there waiting to see you fall. but rather than let gravity take you down, sometimes you have to take matters into your own hands and fly.