BODY & MIND
Queer in the Canyon
What was I going to do—go back? There was nowhere to go but down. This was till death do us part. If I was going to learn commitment, it might as well be now. With another deep breath, my cold hands fed the rope through my descender, lowering me farther into the crevasse. As I got closer to the floor my vertigo subsided. No longer a visual blur of moving vectors, the canyon showed itself to me: a cathedral, complete with natural spires and buttresses. Most importantly were my divine companions, dwarfed by the vastness about us, helping me help myself. Within no time I was floating in water, detaching from my neon umbilical cord. "See?" said Japhy. Wasn't that super mega awesome?" I answered with a euphoric sigh and then leaned back and let myself drift on the surface of the holy rainwater. Still rushing on endorphins, we all bobbled about in silence staring back up at our accomplishment. Rarely in my life is a learning curve so (literally) steep.
