A Good Old Game
I got a little bold today with walking. Temperatures have risen to a greater level of tolerance and my seized-up thighs were able to handle the more and more relaxed climate. I walked out of Simon’s clinic, a place where Simon did some great work on me, with, once again, needles. The left knee is irritable and when Simon, a man who knows his stuff, examined it, he saw there was an unwanted curvature to my left leg.
I immediately could identify the culprit or cause of this irregularity. It is that notorious TT, the ‘Terrible Tilt’. This last summer I struggled with walking the slant of the road’s shoulder. Naturally, months of this will take a toll.
“Am I the only one with that curve or crookedness?”
“No! You’re not!” And that’s all Simon said. It reminded me of a game as a kid—Simon Says. So Simon says, “Sit down!” So I did—this is not now a game. Simon says, “Breathe in.” So I did. Simon says, “No, collapse.” I did. Simon says, “Breathe in. Chest out. Then collapse.” I did all that Simon said.
I was feeling better after all he said. With confidence I trod east on Bloor Street near High Park for some good city blocks. I did thank Simon, by the way, and paid a modest fee. I felt like my old self coming back with a minor limp. I swore to myself that from here on I’ll avoid the TT and stick to level trails.
Keep that in mind Monk! I take shelter of Krishna.
May the Source be with you!