Picture a clock.
You’re facing 12 o’clock — forward.
But instead of moving where your eyes are looking…you launch yourself toward 7 o’clock — behind you…blind.
No Glancing, No looking…
Just trust in your body.
Hands catch.
Legs wind.
Momentum takes over.
Direction becomes instinct.
Like a smooth crash…an intentional fall.
Controlled.
Fluid.
A fall with style.
This reminds me of Ken Swift …
how he understood movement in directions…like a compass…like a clock.
Exploring unfamiliar directions.
The Body Falling… Beautifully.
Question: When did you first start trusting yourself enough to throw your body into the unknown?
What did it teach you?