Girlz Say Yeah!
Last weekend, adventure.
Friday: Eerie walks through dim arroyos, hoping not to see a pouncing mountain lion. (We see their scat all the time) Moving through dusk and the glowing white grass, the mountains darkly silhouetted. Building a fire and feeding it with old furniture and dried-out planks, cooking lava rocks for a sweat. In the sweat lodge, watching the lava rocks breathe, able to see the invisible steam curl its way up to the roof and down along the edges of the structure. Drinking the juice of a cactus. Strange dreams and kaleidoscope eyes.
Saturday: Neverland, really. Drove to Phoenix. Shopped at Buffalo Exchange (dope on dope! Love that store!), ate pizza, drank microbrew, and then went to Neverland. Danced in the desert, surrounded by break beats, house beats, drum and bass, happy hardcore, Tinker Bells, candy kids, saguaros, and stars until the night was ancient and the day gold. Crashed out on some friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend's couch with a grey tiger cat purring on my belly.
Sunday: Lunch, a few brews, a hotel, and a hot tub in Mesa. In the hot tub, the sounds around me formed beats and melodies. The beat of the bubbles against my skin. The repeated calling of the birds. The beat of the sun. The rhythm of the breeze in the trees.
Monday: A conference, some Mexican food, and a drive home through the Salt River Canyon at twilight.
This weekend, Flagstaff, maybe?
Friday: Eerie walks through dim arroyos, hoping not to see a pouncing mountain lion. (We see their scat all the time) Moving through dusk and the glowing white grass, the mountains darkly silhouetted. Building a fire and feeding it with old furniture and dried-out planks, cooking lava rocks for a sweat. In the sweat lodge, watching the lava rocks breathe, able to see the invisible steam curl its way up to the roof and down along the edges of the structure. Drinking the juice of a cactus. Strange dreams and kaleidoscope eyes.
Saturday: Neverland, really. Drove to Phoenix. Shopped at Buffalo Exchange (dope on dope! Love that store!), ate pizza, drank microbrew, and then went to Neverland. Danced in the desert, surrounded by break beats, house beats, drum and bass, happy hardcore, Tinker Bells, candy kids, saguaros, and stars until the night was ancient and the day gold. Crashed out on some friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend's couch with a grey tiger cat purring on my belly.
Sunday: Lunch, a few brews, a hotel, and a hot tub in Mesa. In the hot tub, the sounds around me formed beats and melodies. The beat of the bubbles against my skin. The repeated calling of the birds. The beat of the sun. The rhythm of the breeze in the trees.
Monday: A conference, some Mexican food, and a drive home through the Salt River Canyon at twilight.
This weekend, Flagstaff, maybe?
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