Stepping Off the Ledge
Not too long ago, I had a dream so vivid and and full of meaning that when I woke, I sat straight up. My subconscious was literally and figuratively giving me a slap across the noggin. I was ascending the side of a mountain, which had very few places to step or grab onto. The air around me was crisp and I think the sky was cerulean blue. In an instant, the side of the mountain turned into smooth, glossy granite, going straight up, and I was on a very narrow, precarious ledge. All I knew to do was plaster myself against the side and call for help. Which I did in a very wavery, whiny voice. I was a wuss and knew it. Wuss, hell. I was terrified. And then I was answered. The voice was friendly, reassuring and encouraging. "Susan! Turn around and jump. We've got you!" I edged around, and there were angels everywhere in the clouds. The one speaking to me was a dark-haired male. "Go ahead. You're not going to fall." He smiled and held his arms out. Any o