Rhythm rules the world. Years, months and seasons (where appropriate) are directed by a rhythm or cadence.
Animal migration, hibernation, reproduction all follow the directive in Eccliastes: “For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven.” Plants grow, bloom and die on cue. Even inanimate objects expand or crumble according to the earth’s rhythm.
We humans worry when our pulse rate loses its rhythm or becomes much faster or slower.
Horseback, the rider gets in rhythm with the horse so they can move together as a unit. A roper swings his loop in rhythm with his horse and the calf, so he knows exactly when to throw it and when to take up his slack.
Even fish have a rhythm about their feeding. You can hold your pole and feel the fish tasting — and testing — your bait and if you’re good you can time your jerk with his bite so you can set the hook.
Timing is the word professional bull riders use most. They like bulls that have timing they can match during their ride. The rodeo and bull riding clown bullfighters have the best handle on rhythm and timing of anyone. Top notch bullfighter Shorty Gorham, is one of the best in the business at learning the bull’s timing and then outsmarting him. Modest like most cowboys, Shorty simply shrugs and says he “gets to know” the bulls.
Musicians live and die with rhythm and timing. Did you ever try to dance to a band that couldn’t keep the beat? Me, too. It’s awful.
Children get really good at figuring out their parents’ rhythms. Not long after they reach age three they know exactly how far they can push mom before she’s knocked out of rhythm and they’re in big trouble. When my little brother was about three, he was misbehaving at dinner in a caf