"We had two perfect days. July 14 I fell, or rather, my leg let go and I crashed on the rocks. Ross phoned the coast guard. Within half an hour the police boat splashed in; three big, handsome guys secured my leg, stretched me out into a big sling, carried me down the rocks, gently-so-gently drove the boat to Parry Sound, handed their bundle over to the waiting ambulance team, who deposited it in Emergency.
Ross and I returned to the island the next day, I with my crutches. So began the almost idyllic summer in the Lion Chair, in love with the loons, the sunrises and sunsets, and discussing with Ross his paper on the Baha’i Faith. I completely let go of everything, felt the radiance of Being. I felt no commitment to do anything, not even to entertain people who sailed in to visit..." -- Marion Woodman, Bone: Dying into Life
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