Welcome to the Monkey House

November 24, 2019

I wandered deep into Topanga on Saturday and emerged, at days end, a different person.…

Black Smoke. White Smoke.

November 18, 2019

Two key questions: are the Santa Ana’s blowing and what color is the smoke? If…

Fret Not

November 3, 2019

Was at an orchestra concert the other day watching my favorite cellist and noticed that…

Thirteen

October 24, 2019

Backpack half zipped on the kitchen table,Beat up paperback Fahrenheit 451 in the side pocket,Simpsons…

Deadicated 6.16.18

June 25, 2018

FADE IN Citi Field.  General Admission. Three rows back from the stage. The crowd dances,…

Divine Intervention

June 20, 2018

So here I am driving down the road, reeling from an earlier conversation, trying to…

Luggage or leverage?

June 3, 2018

One step back…WTF? These freaking voices in my head… So, the other day, I am…

Year of the Rabbit

May 1, 2018

"What year?" Vince asks. "1963." I say with a certain amount of pride. "Huh, year…

Oh, my…

April 15, 2018

Went to Supercuts on Saturday: to the usual one over on 18th and Wilshire.  All…

Learning to fly

March 18, 2018

  Took flight again today at Pranayama Breathe Class on a Sunday afternoon. I visited…

Squeak!

February 24, 2018

Squeak. Step. Squeak. Step. Squeak. Pause. Stop. Pause. Step. Squeak. Humph… My favorite shoes are…

#leftearrightear

February 14, 2018

  FADE IN. EXT: DAD comes into focus, a big guy, burley, mid-thirties, Oklahoma t-shirt,…

Have and Have Nots

February 6, 2018

I am struggling a bit.   A few days ago I woke up pre-dawn, made a…

I don’t know, it just

January 15, 2018

drives me crazy that people don’t really greet each other anymore. I’m not sure why…

Turn the tables

August 31, 2017

I have a coach that helps me navigate the training regime for all of these…

385 in dog years…

August 6, 2017

I am getting old. I’m almost 385 in dog years. Humph… The other day I…

And he lives in Nashville. Went there recently to reconnect and discovered a whole new…

Owling

July 24, 2017

Went owling with Vince the other night. We have a big tree in the backyard…

Coco and Adele

July 23, 2017

One afternoon in the Marais (how cool is that for an opening line?) Teri and…

Merci Madame Killelay

July 19, 2017

One of my favorite teachers, Madame Killlelay, taught high school French. I think she tops…

Nice is nice (PG13)

July 13, 2017

Was a hot day in Nice. I had some down time before the flight back…

Comrades in arms…

July 10, 2017

And legs. And mind, body and spirit. Just whisper “Kowies, Fields, Bothas, Inchanga or Polly…

Triple death by…

July 7, 2017

Seriously? It’s Saturday morning. I mean what kind of message is that suppose to send…

Wump-Wump-Wump

July 6, 2017

Thursday afternoon Dad via text: “send a pic people here want to see” Dad’s internal…

La Decima

July 5, 2017

He’s a god, a modern day god, like Zeus with a tennis racket. And we…

8.4 seconds is a very long time.

The second before, I stand alone, total dialed in, surreally calm, composed, intensely aware, and focused. My toes hang over the edge of the “platform”, wind blows at my back, the sun glimmers off the rocks and river far below.

Then suddenly I push off, up and out, and then fall, down and away, and into a headfirst free-fall. That first second is the hardest. I leave all fear behind.

As I pick up speed with the second and third tick the blood begins to rush towards my face. I mentally run through the vital signs and proceed with reckless abandon. With eyes wide open the ground rushes at me with such force that it’s startling in its intensity. It just won’t quit, coming faster and faster and faster. Eyes tear; the wind roars in my ears, I am aware that I am falling fast.

Seconds four and five are moments of sheer joy. There is no other explanation. I feel intensely connected and yet distant at the same time. Having overcome fear I somehow end up on the other side, or maybe it’s another side, totally in the moment, beyond any place I have ever been. It is a whole new world, seemingly familiar yet completely different, and coming at me on its own terms, faster than I ever imagined and beyond all control. I feel like I might explode.

Six is a transition. What should be relief doesn’t come: I wait for “the catch” to kick-in but it doesn’t. I keep falling, accelerating towards the rocks and river: the ground rush intensifies; the world begins to close in. It’s such a fine line: fear returns with a vengeance.

Seven crosses another boundary and throws me into new territory, leaving me bewildered and confused. I hear something primal, a guttural scream, explode from very deep within my soul, mixing with the sound of air rushing by, things start to blur, my arms and hands shake uncontrollably. What if…

It is the last one point four seconds that matter most. I am travelling head first towards the ground at top speed and there is nothing I can do about it. I am totally aware, helpless, full of wonder, fighting fear and way beyond any place I have ever been before, and so it is here, just before the rope catches, that real awareness kicks in.

– positive, constant, current, search, transcend, blend, peace –

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