I met Cliff yesterday. He was quiet when we were introduced. I was one of many people he would meet this day, each day, in his job. We knew this relationship would last no more than a day.
But for that day, we implicitly agreed that I would respect his instinct and strength. He would take care of me, show and teach me things that I had not seen or done before. I would learn strength and harmony and balance, if I was willing to hand over control to his know how. If I could trust.
And I did. I surrendered. We silently moved together in flow. When I lost the rhythm, he would patiently correct me. When I was not in balance, he would compensate for my body with his own.
After several hours, my body ached. My muscles rarely worked this way. How many years had I lied to myself, limited myself, saying I had bad balance? Cliff disagreed and didn’t bother to fight it – he just stayed in flow.
I will probably never see Cliff again. It wasn’t that type of connection. It was more about moving me past myself.