Ushering In A Moment…

Conversation Part I

A conversation ensued recently between a friend and me, prior to us getting underway for a short but fast 20-mile bike ride.  My friend, in her late 50’s, explained to me how years ago, the sound her golf club made as it lowered to and struck her golf ball, took her to a different place.  That sound; the swish and the subsequent strike of the ball, put her in a state of, all is good with the world – at least for a while.  Golf was where she found timelessness.

A Short, Relevant Story

Eventually my friend would give up golf in favor of raising of her daughter, and developing her career.  Her daughter would grow up, go off to college, and settle in another town.  My friend’s career became so successful that it would come to run on auto-pilot.  Soon my friend had a void in her life, and chose to fill that void by being active once again.

Rather than return to golf, my friend took up triathlons.  Soon she was swimming, riding a bike, and running, in a competitive set.  She took to triathlons well and has competed as far away as Australia.  When she’s not placing well in her age group, she’s winning it.

The Conversation Part II

As we got on our bikes, my friend explained to me that she has a new sound now; the click.

Clipping in as us cyclists call it, is the act of fitting a connection on the sole of a cyclist’s shoe into an awaiting connection on the pedal of the bike, for more efficiency in pedaling.  The act of clipping in is accompanied by a clicking sound.  That click is what now puts my friend in that state of, all is good with the world – at least for a while.  A simple sound, acting as a signal that inner peace is about to commence.

After the clip, and as the ride begins, she will develop a rhythm with her legs, start a cadence play in her head, and her mind and her body will become supremely correlated.  So long as her mind and body are thus tethered, her essence will exist independent of the world around her – dictators, natural disasters, mass shootings, and budget defecates give way to the sounds of her gears, her heart, the wind, and her most essential thoughts.

One Woman’s Click, Is Another Man’s Clank

I remember precisely when and where I was the first time I heard an iron weight clank against another iron weight.  I was at the District #3 Police Station in Denver, Colorado – I was 12 years old.  Officer Ray Bingham had put the iron on the bar for me, explained to me how to lift the weight, encouraged me to do it with purpose, and I have never looked back.


For me, when the second weight clanks against the first weight, as I load up the steel bar for my first movement in the workout, that clanking sound sends a signal to my head that I am about to enter a timeless state.  At that moment, all is good with the world – at least for a while.  With the sound of a simple clank, little else matters but the impending lift, the feel, the connection created between my mind and my body, and the barrier that the act of lifting weights creates between me and all that is not right with the world.

Babies die. Wars rage on.  Bankers corrupt. Congressmen cheat.  Crybaby millionaire athletes refuse to play the very sport that made them millionaires.  But when I hear that clank, my fingers wrap around that cold metal bar, the flow of my blood is redirected to the burning muscles in need, and I’m in absolute control of the weight as I raise and lower it, little else matters.  It’s why I keep going back for more, day after day, year after year.

Your Sound – Your Song

I have high expectations of myself, and almost none of anyone else.  I try hard not to impose my values and my beliefs on others.  Occasionally I might share something which, in my life, has helped me better deal with the chaotic world around me, even if it can’t help me understand or change it.

An instant sound that prefaces a timeless state is like fast acting medicine.  To be injected into a moment by a connection made between one’s own flesh and brain is near holy.  It’s a feeling of not just being, but of being alive.  This kind of exhilaration in an otherwise stifling world is as cleansing as a prayer.   That, is an ideal I wish to impose upon everyone – and it always begins with a sound.

So for those who wish to comment this week, I am curious; what sound precedes your timeless state, and what does your daily action consist of…?  Be well.  rc


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12 responses

  1. My sound is the sound of the quiet in the wee morning hours and the almost muffling silence of the pen to the paper. That is my flow, my place where all is good with my world – at least for awhile.

    As far as the fitness arena, I can relate to the clank. That place that sound has often filled me with fear. It reminds me of the clank of pots and pans or a belt buckle but that is behind me. I am using that pen to paper sound to calm myself and S L O W L Y learn to change the programming of the clank.

    That is my wish, my fortitude, my learnings from all this technology based things. I will be putting distance between my on-line presence and focusing more on becoming comfortable with the sound of my breathing. THAT will come the sound of the water with each stroke, the sound of loud not so pitter patter of my feet on the treadmill and the sound of the slow clank as I train to build strength and endurance to run…ALL of this to find the comfort within my body and to learn to just BREATHE and to silence the old clank and bring in the new.

    • Jules: When you bring it, you always bring it well. I have to admit, my “clank” has recently begun to give way the start up sound of my laptop as I prepare to write — early on Sunday mornings. Time always stops when I my fingers hit the keys.

      I also appreciate you bringing the water sound into the discussion — a great one! Swimming is another good rhythm, and hide-a-way place.

  2. I recently discovered golf – and over the last three years I have truly come to LOVE the sport. Thankfully, I am fortunate enough to get to play quite a bit. And there is NOTHING like the sound of the perfect swing!

  3. Your posts are so damn deep! *sighs* I’m going to miss you while you are on your technology break although I understand your need to do it. Maybe we will have to write you letters the old fashioned way and send it via the mail person. I have to admit when your friend talked about the click sound of her shoes into her bike, I resonate with that. Riding my bike is my joy…my deep soul happy place.

    • Thanks Lori. On reflection I have more than a few sounds that take me to that place — the humming of my bike tires is another one.

      I am purchasing a dozen legal pads and a box of pens for this 30 day adventure — I hope I use them.

  4. Silence.
    Silence is what sets the tone for me. It is that moment after my mind stops going thousands miles an hour and before my muscles start their effort. If I can find that moment of stillness, I know I will find myself in a place where time does not matter a place where anything is possible.
    Silence says more to me than any sound.

  5. In the gym, I am in the realm of ear-splitting music. This is part of why I love the gym: to escape into myself, my music, my muscles. I don’t hear silence very often. I have a bit of ringing in my ears (no wonder!) and cover it up with sounds. But I do love the sound of myself breathing…

    • I confess I don’t listen to music when I exercise any longer. I love music too much and it became to much of a distraction. I do love the sound of my own breathing too, as well the sound and feel of my heart pounding — it’s almost hypnotic.

  6. Thank You for your kind words on my blog re: my surgery this week, support from folks like you makes the difference!

    My sound, anyone of 25 songs I have on a playlist on my ipod called ‘Motivation’. I play them in shuffle mode so I never kno which one will come on first. But 9 out of 10 times i exercise, I get those earbuds in place and hit play. As soon as I hear that first song play; it is go time!

    For that 1 in 10 time when I don’t have my ipod on, it is my breathing. When I exercise I can hear myself breathe, and I be most people in the room can hear me breathe too. My breathing has a rythmnm that for some reason helps me focus. My breathing is almost like iunstant feedback. If my breathing is off, then likly my exercise is off too. Either I am not putting my all into it, or I am just not getting technique right. Think about the breathing and usually that off moment is corrected.

  7. tell your friend to let me give her a golf lesson and she’ll forget all about this triathalon business…….booyaa-kaashaww!!!!!!

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