Sunday Morning

It's 6am on a Sunday morning, I barely slept, thinking about the possibilities and that this could be my only opportunity. 

I bundle up my ropes, safety scissors and camera tripod, open my door and step out into the quiet, serene world of the morning.

There are no lights on across the way, so I'm safe to proceed. If anyone does look out of their window in the next half an hour I hope they smile as they  witness to something very private, which they most likely haven't seen, and won't ever see again. 

I want to keep it simple: a series of single column ties that can be a partial with a possibility of a full suspension. 

I breathe...take in the morning air, then proceed to tie around my waist. Waist rope is my favourite and what I find most comfortable, I then move onto my left thigh, and finish with one around my chest.

My up-lines flow like an extension of who I am, my muscle memory taking over until I'm locked in and secure.

I lean back and let the ropes embrace me, testing the movement and strength. When I'm happy I remove my right foot from the earth and relax into the ropes. 

Just breathe.

I notice the chest line feels quite intense, so I pop my foot back down to the ground, breathe, and release my chest line down just a little bit, so the pressure is distributed to my waist. 

I lift my foot again, this time leaning it against my suspended leg, both legs pressing into the cold steel of the newly erected scaffolding I'm now suspended from. 

Just breathe.

In these moments I am bought back into my body, to how much it has endured throughout my life, and how much is still ahead for it to get me through.

I am grateful.