If there is one thing I am good at it is falling and it is never done with grace. My fear of falling extends into many aspects of my life and one particular aspect is skiing. My husband and children ski two runs with me in the morning before ditching me for the call of the black diamonds.
I don’t mind skiing alone because there is no one exclaiming “Hurry up, Mom! You are sooo slow!”
On my own I can make my way down the mountain at my own leisurely pace and soak in the views inhaling the fresh mountain air.
The other day as I was skiing I made my way into a narrow corridor of the run it was then I heard the swoosh of a snowboard right behind me, a very loud expletive, and a thud.
I knew I was a goner.
My ski was clipped by the board, I went down letting out a very loud expletive, and smacked my head against the snow. I laid there for a moment looking up at the blue sky and accessing the damage. Only one very sore thumb, some stars, and the humbling experience of falling once again.
The young wiper snapper that clipped my skis was already up and down to the next portion of the hill. I sat for a moment and attempted to pull myself up on my poles. I tried once, “Damn it!”
A large tribe of snowboarders then descended upon the run and one young man hollered with warning to the ones above, “Mom down! Mom down! Mom down!”
They all swerved past me in a speed of lightning and it was at that moment I made the decision I would no longer be the “mom down.” I pulled up with one ski pole, then pulled up with the second pole, and with an elation exclaimed out loud to myself “This mom is up! Mom is up! I am up!”
As I skied down to the next chairlift I contemplated going back to the lodge for my traditional end of the day Bailey’s and coffee sitting in the lodge with all of the other Moms who were ditched that afternoon by their families. Instead, I took a deep breath and knew the coffee could wait because I was ready for my next run.
My fear of falling is big and when I do land on my back staring at the sky I know there is always a way to get up. It just takes humility, patience, and plenty of time. I have no idea what the New Year will bring but I wouldn’t expect it any other way.
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Darcie Cameron is a RYT 200 who believes Yoga is a gift that is accessible to everyone with proper modifications, a patient smile and just taking the time to breathe. One of the greatest presents you will ever unwrap is when you connect your mind, body and spirit in perfect sync with your own breath. Connect with Darcie on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/darciecameronlovesyoga