Helping amputees and phantom limb pain

ME AND MY MIRROR

Treating phantom limb pain with free mirrors and mirror therapy ...globally.

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on Oct 20, 2014

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We make them; there’s no getting around it. Blueprint, business plan, plan of attack, playlist, itinerary, best case scenario, bbbbbucket list.
A pitch first to ourselves then to the wider world.

Nowadays those of us who scribble on napkins are feeling resistance and scratching our heads with digits that are oddly equipped with skin and tendons and shit. We need to up our game. And there is no excuse not to.
So I’m reluctantly trying odd and unfamiliar avenues in order to draw together enough money to make the jump from staring at those digits with their ragged nail-lines and their greasy cuticles to using them to strap mirrors on my bike prior to riding them up to Hurtsville. The road to hell is anyway paved with pot-bellied cobbles of good intentions.
So I’m working at generating the JetFuel to go; and I remain hopeful.
Oh and there’s another soft plash nearby the croaking frogs on the shore of my pond of resolve: ‘ Hope almost never goes together with reason.’
(Vasily Grossman – tho’ many others have opined the same).
I have good reason to be hopeful: there is a baker’s dozen of media crews who want to document my next trip. I’m now settled on Sri Lanka, happily, because both aid and attention appear to be channeling me there. There has been a discreet yet heartfelt stream of donations to this effort which – now – have quite literally bought me a plane ticket to Colombo. That ain’t nothing.
And then this: the bike I used on all those other trips was stolen from me here in Vancouver. Not, it bears mentioning, in Phnom Penh or Vientiane.
I am still crestfallen. She was a good and solid girl.
Help came, though, and came from a couple places simultaneously and I would really like to thank both outfits here and at once.
I am now the proud owner/operator of an XTRACYCLE EDGERUNNER 24D FREIGHT.
I think I got that right. What I do know is that it is here, in Vancouver, and is seriously capable and seriously ‘Pimp Orange’ … and it’s awesome and it’s under my ass. Orange is my favorite color.
Orange is Dawn; Orange is Optimistic; Orange bitch-slaps Reason… Orange says, always: “Yes, I know: grass green and burbling blue, that’s soooo cliché. But if you want to make a difference, Cowboy, you want something with buoyance and body. Without me blood would look sick and your pair would look pallid.”
It should be ‘rock, paper, scissors, Orange’.
Although that would hardly be fair.
Orange is also a thoughtsome bi-coastal sunset when you close your daily logbook of fenderbenders and perceived malfeasance and quietly choose to take the highroad. Preferably on an orange bike like mine.
Or at least wearing an orange thong. Orange thongs don’t twist up. They can handle the heat and they can wait til dawn .
You’re never ‘Orange with Envy’; you never ‘See Orange’ and wanna kill someone, though, and this hasn’t yet been clinically measured, it’s very possible that you could be ‘tickled orange’.
I am.
XTRACYCLE gave me this crazy-beautiful bike in order to go out there and make a difference. And I will. And all those old adages about plans and intentions and hope and shit can kiss my ass. Watch me go.
A big thanks too to Aspen from ‘YUBA CYCLES’ also outa N-Cal … hey offered me a great deal on a ‘YUBA MUNDO’ – they also come in Orange – but I chose to roll with the other guys. Plans. Intentions. Hope.