climbing can be beautiful

i was in the gym last night, laying on my back, watching some climbers flutter up and by. it then hit me. every climber is a dancer. while not always graceful, we are all dancers nonetheless.

climbing is aesthetically beautiful. the control, the pauses, the pacing, the pointed toes. all of it. when people move up rocks or walls, it all becomes a sort of performance art. or, at minimum, a physical expression of the self.

when you belay your partner next time, think about her dance. and when you climb, think about the potential of expressing beauty.