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Lizzy felt certain thrills in her teenage years chasing boys and riding a bike through London . Taking LSD . It was when she met Mike that it really ramped up . The adrenalin involved in their fights , in running away , sleeping rough , and other men she had fights with , play fights with Simon , where hed throw her on the bed and shed try to get up again .  She no longer went after the friend of the one she wanted ! 

 

the thrill of a new fling , seducing Trevor, who she felt was out of her league . And then becoming isolated in her creativity , streaking , and finally jumping off the shed and out the window several times, she felt she was really living out her destiny . then even on medication going on extreme rides, the booster ride and on to the paragliding trips , always about flying and jumping off things 

 

the booster ride was the most horrific thing , being thrown around in the seat bashed against the walls of the car , one second your down and then next your 150 feet in the air . there was a magical moment at the end sitting at the top looking out over the sea 

paragliding was a dreamy experience, giving access to the dream world , she was inspired by her favourite author Paolo Coelho . Reading about his paragliding experience she felt it was out of her grasp , but talking to people she met some who had done it 

and the instructors have a special way of psyching you up for it 

' oh youll love flying off a cliff ' she said as she strapped Lizzy in  . they warm you up making you run backwards forwards and sideways , then you have to really go for it when the sail goes up . Floating off into a dream 

this poem is from 2017 after her first trip

 

paragliding ballet

turning in to the wind
lean to the left, lean to the right,
sit back and enjoy the ride
attuned to the current

stamping the turf
n the wind's too light,
n the wind's too strong

standing my ground


swept off my feet
catching the breeze
in love with the adrenalin

surrounded ...
the tug of the ropes
a powerful force pulling you backwards
senses heightened

excited like a child
even with classical music

and they mustn't collide ...


the sheer torture of that moment
i keep re-living the horror ...

I felt like i was on a broomstick
in a Harry Potter film !

theres a kind of scuffle
like a rugby scrum
as you try to take off
i went unplugged
so i could feel the ride
the fear was excruciating
a magical feeling

i prayed to the Hindu god of wind

 

 

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since then she had operations for her injuries which precludes those kind of thrills but has just been for her first tattoo  

 

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