And then there was the fall. The off road motorcycle had made it over the rocks, boulders, through the brush and bounced me around pretty good. We were getting close to the continental divide outside of Breckenridge when I saw it. On one side the drop off the cliff. On the other side the boulder too big for me to jump. The only spot was a narrow piece of dirt located between the cliff's edge and the side of the rock. If the bike spun out the wrong way…well, it didn't. It hit the spot, twisted a bit and then went down on me on the boulder. The fall caused ripped jeans, torn shirt, cuts, scraps,bruises. The bike was lifted off me and we rode the rest of the way up to the divide and back.
As we walked into the house as the sun was setting. The question was asked….what happened to you.
The answer….playing. When was the last time you were playing and got cut up. Too long ago. We play it so safe that we never risk the cut. By not doing that we don't live on the edge. It is the edge where you hear the sweetest music.
Don't fear the edge. Don't fear the cuts. It is where the energy resides.
In the ageless experiment, risk the fall.