My knees are so raw…I’ve got to let you know

Hahaha “Walk This Way” came on just as I started this post.  Ahh the irony….

So I broke my knee last week.  A clean fracture so I don’t have to see a surgeon *phew*  But there’s ligaments torn and the bursas are all swollen.  Of COURSE it has to happen at the beginning of summer! I tripped over a manhole cover, smashed my knee right down onto it before the rest of my body skidded face first.  A bunch of people came to help me as I couldn’t stand at all.  There was blood all over the place and one woman had to run away before she fainted LOL.  Luckily there were some RCMP there arresting people so they helped me out and got me all cleaned up.  For such a graceful dancer, I’m a freakin KLUTZ.

No climbing hundreds of steps to Wreck Beach to revel in the freedom of nudity, smoke joints, and join a jam session. *pout*  No crazy dance nights.  Ah well there’s still lots of stuff going on I can hobble to.

So in my imposed couch bound state I am importing every CD I have to iTunes,  taking a 28 CD course in learning to sing, watching the 16 DVD’s I bought and learning to draw manga

And when I’m healed I’m signed up for professional boxing classes and kickboxing. BOO-YAH!

Discovered a new band, 100 Monkeys, who are great.  I love an improv song called “She Said” on Youtube.

I’m listening to a compilation of some of the greatest rock songs, wow a trip down memory lane to most of these!

I’m on the hiiiiiiiiiighway to hell!

Ooooo and now a WICKED acoustic version of “Hotel California”

Aaaaand I lost 20 pounds in the past month.  I’m back to my hellacious long legged 5′10″ sylph self.  I’ve lost all the weight I gained from that stupid medication, now I’m back to the metabolism of a racehorse.

And I’m going back to red hair.  I’m feeling fiery.

Ok I’ll shut up now

The Acid Trip

I ask you to come with me to the beach and share an acid trip with me. This will be the first time we have met so I am delighted at your adventurous spirit when you say yes.

Reaching the beach at sunset, the tide running high, large swells rolling in with a roar. Sweetness filling our mouths as the sugar cubes dissolve and we embark on our adventure.

Filled with happiness and warmth. The roaring of the fire, astonishment at purple fire at the heart. Entranced at the vision of the waves rising high, visions of unicorns rising out of the foam towards us.
The faces of the trees smiling down upon me. Leaning over a log and letting the waves rush over our hands, tracing designs in the sand as the waves recede, and watching them disappear as the water rushes again towards us.

Lying on our backs staring up at the stars, they pulse. Frog eggs in jello you say. Hysterical laughter.
I roll over and begin playing with the sand, gathering handfuls and letting them trickle through my fingers. I become entranced and fall deeper and deeper into the sand, until I feel at one with it, pressing it with my fingers, stroking it, molding it.

Hearing your voice in the distance, such a beautiful voice. Rising slowly upwards through dark water, seeing unfamiliar constellations shimmering through the water. A crescent of sand reaching out into the ocean, lined with grains of phosphorescence that stick to your feet as the stars stick to the feet of the Gods striding through the heavens.