It’s been a long time since I uploaded and there is so much to tell.
Like Sleeping Beauty Joggle blog has been in a transformative phase; through the centre of the earth, fighting off demons and rediscovering the beat that meters the poetry of life.
What happened you might ask? Well , the joggle blog almost died from neglect and from me basically listening to people urging me to blog about something more serious. Yes it was a moment of weakness, or eight moths of weakness to be precise. On a recent trip to Spain however, I happened to mention joggling to my friend Laura, and before the words “lets go down to the beach” were out of her mouth we were down there on Bogatell Beach juggling lemons pilfered from the wooden fruit bowl on the kitchen table of our friend Cate.
We practiced knee deep into the Mediterranean hurling lemons into beautiful cascades that would catch the morning sun, emanating a warm brandyesque glow, the ocean catching any fumbled lemons in an aquamarine embrace– a very handy thing as it means you don’t have to bend down so far to pick up dropped lemons. this was juggling bliss!!
“I am just enchanted”, were Laura’s words, a chiropractor of the Network Spinal Analysis (NSA) persuasion, who immediately understood the neurological significance of juggling as an exercise that facilitates eye hand coordination and tunes the brain into the poetry of life.
From ocean to sand we moved onto joggling … AKA jogging and juggling at the same time… up and down the beach. Once again I became addicted, and totally excited about having recruited a disciple. Over the next few weeks in Barcelona I juggled stones on Mt Juic an old Jewish citadel guarding the port; fresh peaches from the Boqueria market in the back lanes of the Ravel, and finally, in a historical nod to the Arab’s who have a phenomenal juggling tradition, at the Alhambra in Granada, again with lemons, packed in a special care package by Cate, a wonderful Californian Somato Respiratory Integration Practitoner who works with Laura in Barcelona.
I am back now in Hong kong , and once again on the joggling track. One man almost split his ass laughing at me in the park this morning, but walked off to work with a big smile on his face, giving me the thumbs up. Humour, as my friend Laura says, is the universal trump card.
