the knack of being nimble

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

27 September 2020 - The story goes that George Balanchine told his prima ballerina to get a cat and watch how it jumps (and lands).  I am still in my gangly phase, but there certainly are felines who epitomize grace in movement.  There also is that notion that we always land on our feet (and that a perpetual-motion machine could be created by strapping buttered toast on our backs)... perhaps that is true, but I am not going to volunteer for the experiment.  I suspect I fall in the mid-range of agility and at the low end of daring.  And daring is what is needed to look up at a door, tall enough for peeps to pass through, and think, "I can jump up there."  And it is true that one doesn't know until one has tried... I'll continue to practice.

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

We have the ability

to amaze.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - spurrightly, putting the purr in perky