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| Liquid Jade from where the birds fly... |
| 03.20.04 (8:56 am) [edit] |
Climb Day One: Feb. 29 !!It's Leap Year Y'all!
I did the "123 Wall" on my first climb-
Bret was going to come but he couldn't find Karen so I went alone. Did four climbs and sweated a new ocean for each one -
my god! no wonder the breeze stood out... and the views from the rock tops! -
hey I'm Superwoman going where people envy the birds can travel to... rocked 4 climbs and only made half the 5th ouch!
took a coool dip in the liquid jade beach and took 2 DAYS off to rest my extremely ached out muscles -
I must have shed some skin in the process- I am a new women...
Well my legs were sure beat up! - This was only the beggining of what would make my legs look like I was the stunt double for the man in the Stephen King movie "Misery." Thanks sisters- I am no longer Kathy Bates...
my blood tried to get out and get in the mix too!
I must trust my own feet can bring me up- Keep momentum - It is the key- even if there is no physical grounding for me to rely upon! woah! Look out below...
Legs are strong from within from bottom to top of me- not from the grounding, and no need to always be on my knees!
Trust! and give the knees a break people!
My hands have swallowed Spinach cans that my arms try to digest... Am what I am ....
That night I saw the fire spinners in motion.
Those boys spun in such rhythm to the beats of the music. They keep the energy of the two fireballs in ways I have never seen energy balanced and understood. I saw the one boy while he was away from the show. The look in his eyes when he saw a flame from the nearby torch was intense - a true love and connection for fire. He grabbed the torches' flame, as if burn was cooool. Not for show either, but to satisfy some drive and curiosity burning in his own self to meet and match I suppose...
I drank some Samsong Thai whisky- Watch OUT!- with one of the cool Brits named Helen and hung out with the rasta "Cliffsman" instructors who were not shy with teaching about the local greenery as well....
getting strong for climbing with the Boston crew..
Do they have what it takes? What will they here give and take? - those people I knew in other landscapes and situations now stepping into this tripped out movie of my life on the road...?
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