Finding the Beat

Deep breath. Ready, and—lift! My right elbow bent on its own, smooth and clean. I gave my wrist a brisk flick, and a crisp, papery rustle burst from the pom-pom in my grip. Sound, motion, timing—everything works! I leaned forward slightly on the concrete edge and tapped a tall, feathery stalk of grass nodding beside me. The stem rebounded with a gentle bob, answering my motion. Alignment confirmed, energy up, and standing perfectly balanced on the mark.