Balance knows the dependable embrace of gravity and the impudent grace of flight.
I do not find it in my strong fingers, gripping the bar, or in my spinning body, but in the spring of rope and muscle as I grip, release. In the act of spinning, balance comes and goes achieved for an instant, then lost in the balance between balance and imbalance. So my dance in air confirms the solid earth below. My steady footsteps explore the bottom of the sky.