Allegories of life …

From The Legend of Bagger Vance:

Bagger Vance: Fix your eyes on Bobby Jones. Look at his practice swing. Almost like he’s searching for something. Then he finds it. Watch how he settle this up, right into the middle. Feel that focus. He’s got a lot of shots to choose from. Duffs and tops and skulls. There’s only one shot that’s in perfect harmony with the field. One shot that’s his… …authentic shot. That shot is gonna choose him. There’s a perfect shot trying to find every one of us. All we got to do is get ourselves out of its way… …and let it choose us.

Look at him, he in the field. You can’t see that flag as some dragon you got to slay. You’ve got to look with soft eyes. See the place where the tides, and the seasons… …the turning of the earth… …all come together. Where everything that is… …becomes one. You’ve got to seek that place, with your soul, Junuh.

Seek it with your hands, don’t think about it, feel it. Your hands are wiser than your head’s ever gonna be. I can’t take you there… …just hopes I can help you find a way.

It’s just you… …that ball… …that flag… … and all you are. Seek it with your hands, don’t think… … about it, feel it. There’s only one shot that’s in harmony with the field. The home of your authentic swing. That flag… … and all that you are.

Now, I know the movie is about golf, and not skiing or cycling, but the feeling rings true no matter what your sport. There was a time when I was at home on the bike, when I was one with the bike, and that’s the place where I’m trying to get once again.

Rannulph Junah needed to find his swing; I need to find my legs, but I know they’re still in there, because every so often I can feel a flash of legs of old.

You can. You ain’t alone. I’m right here with you. I’ve been here all along. Now play the game. Your game. The one that only you was meant to play. The one given to you when you was born. You ready? Come on, take your stance. Strike that ball, Junuh. Don’t hold nothing back. Now’s the time. Let yourself remember. Remember your swing. That’s right, Junuh. Settle yourself, that’s good. Now is the time, Junuh.

I remember … I remember my legs … I remember my pedal stroke, and I just need to settle in and keep spinning.

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