There have been a few prominent Henrys in my life. The very first i knew of was my great grandfather Henry Wickrama Suriya. Then i read about that many Henry in literature.
The most important Henry came much later. He is my dance instructor. He's an excellent dancer. His lithe movements are admirable. Often enviable too.
Nothing extraordinary happened with Henry. I made a discovery. Recently my group was upgraded from beginners to bronze level.
This doesn't mean that we have become superfluous Latin dances, we're still moving with two left foot, sometimes.
Bronze level requires more difficult steps. We dance with a partner. I get to dance with Henry about three times every class.
Often when he turns me around I'd move with a slight 'ouch'. Sometimes at a New York turn i turn red. With my complexion i do wonder red is the correct term but Henry did say I'm turning red and obviously there's something wrong with the move.
As expected i explained to him about my frozen shoulders. How in 1988 i fell during a headstand in gymnastics and hurt my neck.
Then in 2012 i approved myself to take sleeping pills and antidepressants. This triggered my left shoulder to freeze.
In 2015 another bout of antidepressants and sleeping pills brought on the frozen pinge to my right shoulder.
Orthopedics had declared both ulnar nerves on both shoulders are permanently damaged.
But karate training requires both hands, shoulders and legs. I still trained. There was pain. I do believe at times I'm a masochistic. I believe physical pain eradicates inner pain.
Henry told me something. No nerve has the right to die. You just have to make it function. Since then I've been following his advise. Regular exercise. On the arm. Yoga.
Nowadays i forget my arms are faulty. It's healing very well. Somehow solutions come from somewhere. Somehow. I believe the system works for me.
Recently i discovered too that to retain sanity one has to renounce certain things. First i renounced the Facebook then my job. Now I've rejected the emails. Soon I'd get rid of my telephone and find peace.
I'd say the root of all troubles are human beings and their many selfish tricks.
Then again I'd sit and wonder if this is really it. There are no answers.
The most important Henry came much later. He is my dance instructor. He's an excellent dancer. His lithe movements are admirable. Often enviable too.
Nothing extraordinary happened with Henry. I made a discovery. Recently my group was upgraded from beginners to bronze level.
This doesn't mean that we have become superfluous Latin dances, we're still moving with two left foot, sometimes.
Bronze level requires more difficult steps. We dance with a partner. I get to dance with Henry about three times every class.
Often when he turns me around I'd move with a slight 'ouch'. Sometimes at a New York turn i turn red. With my complexion i do wonder red is the correct term but Henry did say I'm turning red and obviously there's something wrong with the move.
As expected i explained to him about my frozen shoulders. How in 1988 i fell during a headstand in gymnastics and hurt my neck.
Then in 2012 i approved myself to take sleeping pills and antidepressants. This triggered my left shoulder to freeze.
In 2015 another bout of antidepressants and sleeping pills brought on the frozen pinge to my right shoulder.
Orthopedics had declared both ulnar nerves on both shoulders are permanently damaged.
But karate training requires both hands, shoulders and legs. I still trained. There was pain. I do believe at times I'm a masochistic. I believe physical pain eradicates inner pain.
Henry told me something. No nerve has the right to die. You just have to make it function. Since then I've been following his advise. Regular exercise. On the arm. Yoga.
Nowadays i forget my arms are faulty. It's healing very well. Somehow solutions come from somewhere. Somehow. I believe the system works for me.
Recently i discovered too that to retain sanity one has to renounce certain things. First i renounced the Facebook then my job. Now I've rejected the emails. Soon I'd get rid of my telephone and find peace.
I'd say the root of all troubles are human beings and their many selfish tricks.
Then again I'd sit and wonder if this is really it. There are no answers.
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