journal creature: Stand on Imagination

It’s just me and the Air up here. The purest Air I think I have ever taken in. Was that spruce, sunshine, and snow all in one breath? Should I use it sparingly since it seems so rare? Should I keep it a secret lest the profiteers and doctors try to bottle it, give it a prescription name and market it in brightly colored wrappers with my very own face in the commercial?

Don’t be silly!...I should inhale deeply, turn around and yell to the tallest mountain that “I did it. I did it!”.

I climbed all the way to the top, hanging on by will power and a fingernail. A new friend gave Khalid, Elizabeth and I a proper introduction to the Garden of the Gods State Park at the base of the Rocky Mountains by supplying climbing gear and acting as patient coach as we scaled our first cliff. Before this day I had worn a harness only to do freefalls in De La Guarda or drum suspension in STOMP (oh, and that one recreational time we won’t mention---that’s a different website). But today, I strapped down, clipped in and found myself creating footholds out of crevices and finger anchors out of dust. My gorgeous rock-climbing friend Heidi quotes a favorite, “when you can’t find anything to stand on, stand on imagination.” That is exactly how I made it to the top of this living wall---on the imagination of some kind of tree frog.

“I did it!”, I hollered to Pike’s Peek in the near distance, as a crowd of gathered tourists applauded and cheered. Yea, that’s right, people. I climbed right up the side of a rock today. And from here, I don’t notice any of the birds gasping for Air. Which is funny because at 6,000 feet above sea level, the STOMPers sure were. Opening nite, five minutes into the show, the respiratory rate of we cast members sounded less like eight lean stage athletes’ and more like the “international percussion sensation’s” geriatric revival. The profiteers and doctors really made out on us, with their oxygen tanks strategically located backstage and frequently used in between scenes. John will be the spokesperson getting residuals for that endorsement.

“Whether You Are on Top of a Mountain or Center Stage---Colorado Springs Air....You Just Can’t Get Enough of It.”

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	Stand on Imagination July 21, 2003 It’s just me and the Air up here. The purest Air I think I have ever taken in. Was that spruce, sunshine, and snow all in one breath? Should I use it sparingly since it seems so rare? Should I keep it a secret lest the profiteers and doctors try to bottle it, give it a prescription name and market it in brightly colored wrappers with my very own face in the commercial? Don’t be silly!...I should inhale deeply, turn around and yell to the tallest mountain that “I did it. I did it!”. I climbed all the way to the top, hanging on by will power and a fingernail. A new friend gave Khalid, Elizabeth and I a proper introduction to the Garden of the Gods State Park at the base of the Rocky Mountains by supplying climbing gear and acting as patient coach as we scaled our first cliff. Before this day I had worn a harness only to do freefalls in De La Guarda or drum suspension in STOMP (oh, and that one recreational time we won’t mention---that’s a different website). But today, I strapped down, clipped in and found myself creating footholds out of crevices and finger anchors out of dust. My gorgeous rock-climbing friend Heidi quotes a favorite, “when you can’t find anything to stand on, stand on imagination.” That is exactly how I made it to the top of this living wall---on the imagination of some kind of tree frog. “I did it!”, I hollered to Pike’s Peek in the near distance, as a crowd of gathered tourists applauded and cheered. Yea, that’s right, people. I climbed right up the side of a rock today. And from here, I don’t notice any of the birds gasping for Air. Which is funny because at 6,000 feet above sea level, the STOMPers sure were. Opening nite, five minutes into the show, the respiratory rate of we cast members sounded less like eight lean stage athletes’ and more like the “international percussion sensation’s” geriatric revival. The profiteers and doctors really made out on us, with their oxygen tanks strategically located backstage and frequently used in between scenes. John will be the spokesperson getting residuals for that endorsement. “Whether You Are on Top of a Mountain or Center Stage---Colorado Springs Air....You Just Can’t Get Enough of It.” 0 comments Links to this post 0 Comments: Post a Comment Links to this post: <$BlogBacklinkTitle$> <$BlogBacklinkSnippet$> posted by <$BlogBacklinkAuthor$> @ <$BlogBacklinkDateTime$> Create a Link