My ride…when on land.
I’ve always had dreams of flying…they begin with an insatiable thirst,a thirst for freedom,a yearning for escape.
In these dreams I speed off a cliff, my heart pounding like tribal drums in crescendo, and my viscera shaking with fear.
Its only after the jump that I notice how beautiful it feels to have the wind blast against me…and in an instant, overwhelmed by the savage beauty of my situation, my fear melts away.
My dreams of flying keep coming back.
I think they are trying to tell me…Sometimes you just have to leap before you look, enjoy the ride and not fear fear.