Standing on the Precipice

Taken from the geography site

Afternote:  Since writing this post,  I have received a few concerned emails and phone calls from dear souls who thought I'd gone off the deep end (pardon the pun).  No, I'm not suicidal, I am not injecting illegal drugs (or legal drugs, for that matter), and I'm still happily married.  Sometimes taking a step of faith in my life can feel a bit like cliff jumping.  The following simply describes, disturbingly accurately, perhaps, my inner struggle with this journey of faith.

The rock is cold and rough beneath my feet.  Mist from the churning water below settles on my skin.  One solitary breath.  Exhale slowly. Inch my toes closer to the edge.  One more deep breath.  This is harder than it appears.  Peer cautiously over the edge.  Down.  Down.  The water beckons, but does not give up its secrets. What lays beneath remains a mystery.  Heart stops, then pounds fast and furious. Breath is suspended.  Stomach tightens into a hundred knots.  Toes curl inward.  Inner voices battle viciously.  Toes now extend past the edge of the rock.  Fists clenched.  One more deep breath.  Oh, silence, you voice of reason! Heart threatens to burst from the chest. Legs bend slightly at the knee.

1...2...3.....

I jump.