It was so nice a day, I'd become determined to go down and enjoy the sunset with J'Tia (my djembe). The fact that the wind had picked up something fierce by the time i got to UBC didn't deter me in the least, so down the stairs I went. The wind was so fierce down on the beach that it was being reshaped before my very eyes...glad i had my shades on or it might've reshaped my eyes too...the sand was whipping everywhere, and it was a sight to behold, let me tell you, where it looked alive with surface motion, the tide way out and the waves large, dark and crashing against the rocks.

I sat down at ten forward in front of the uproot podium and searched the sounds and energy around me for a vibration to drum along with, picked one out of the air (ironically that's a literal statement) and thrummed out a harmony, the sand whipping across the skin of my feet, chest, back and arms. That in and of itself was quite the experience...i've never before been in a sand storm, had never occurred to me that I would anywhere but in a desert, and the buffetting wind was glorious. The wind was surprisingly warm (and so was the water when i went wading to gauge the temp.. (Some dude'd been swimming when I first got down, and had said it wasn't as bad as he'd thought it was going to be) So for just over an hour I drummed, and couldn't roll a smoke worth shit cuz the wind was being very uncooperative. But for all of its warmth, it was still numbing in its force, and i bruised the veins on my wrist from reaching into my jeans pocket (weird, I know).

So I climbed up onto the inverted tree stump (podium) and braced against the wind which was trying to blow me off for all it was worth, but I was resilient as I really didn't feel like falling and breaking my neck, but I invoked Tum (the egyptian sunset aspect of the sun) as sunset approached, then raised some potent energy within myself and mirrored the storm without within, and I enjoyed the storm from an eagle's perspective, arms outstretched, hoody sleeves billowing out in the blustery gusts. The kite didn't fare so well. the couple flying it remarked that it was double threads of 150 Lb test.

While drumming some of the passers by danced to the cadence as they passed...that was nice. So as the sun set, I made my way back up the stairs in like record time and found that it wasn't as bad a climb as it usually seems to me...I wondered if i'm in better shape and then it dawned on me that i hadn't had a "joint for the road"...Hmmm, who would've thunk something like that would make a difference?! <laughs at himself>

Anyway, I can't wait to get back down there this coming weekend...seeya all on the beach!