I'm standing on the edge of a cliff, on the precipice of the unknown.
Our group traveled to the top of Mount Lemmon yesterday.
I'm looking over the edge, wishing I could dive into the vast quilt of mountain tops. I want to jump and let the sweet breeze carry me, closing my eyes and trusting that the air will hold me. A leap of faith. I'm scared. There is such power in these mountains, such possibility--small crevices of beauty to be found if I just jump. I see jagged edges, winding maze-like trails--fears in sight.
I want to be strong and take a step of courage. In Tucson. In the desert. In my heart.
Just a little push.
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Viviana, Your dad sent me this link. This will be a life-changing experience for you. It's wonderful that your parents have given you wings with which to fly. This will percolate into you and stay with you for a lifetime, though it will lose some of its intensity. I'm so proud to know you. Keep up the good work.
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