Ready . . .
“Ready, babe?”
I hear Alex’s voice as I look right and left across my outstretched arms to where my wrists are attached to the ends of the heavy crossbeam. Just moments ago, I heard the clicks of the snap rings that secured the bindings around my wrists to their attachment points in the wood. Alex, my dear husband and collaborator in this weird endeavor of mine, stands on a step ladder to add a few twists of rope around each...
Trust
“Ready, babe?”
I hear Alex’s voice as I look right and left across my outstretched arms to where my wrists are attached to the ends of the heavy crossbeam. Just moments ago, I heard the clicks of the snap rings that secured the bindings around my wrists to their attachment points in the wood. Alex, my dear husband and collaborator in this weird endeavor of mine, stands on a step ladder to add a few twists of rope around each...
Trust