Quite a few chapter in this book. It isn't over yet, and the page turns to find a new chapter. But now, untethered and into the void. The bell cannot be un-rung. And some trails only lead forward. In this case, a bridge of rope over a deep chasm. Fog obscures the bottom and the other side. All I see are the knots a few feet in front of me for reference and grip. No choice but just to traverse. Did I mention I'm afraid of heights?
I've got to believe it so I can see it. And I walk with boundless love, the warrior heart, and most of all, Grace. I must walk to honor her, even if I stumble. And have faith that I can hang on and edge forward no matter how dark or slippery it gets. Because I've been brought to this place so I might cross. A most humble thank you.
Namasté.
