I fell down the stairs yesterday.  I have not fallen in a while.  As I went tumbling down a short set of stairs, due to my lack of depth perception for a short moment, you know, when you think you are at one point, and realize that no, in fact you are not where you think you are.  A lot went through my mind the in brief moment of falling.  There is the moment of, “can I catch myself?”, and accepting, “no, you are going to fall”.  The body then moves itself into a position that is least likely to cause damage.  You move inward, protecting the vital parts.

In life, we encounter many falls, many cliffs, and many edges.  It is the acceptance of these falls that lead to healing, after all, we are going to fall anyways… it really just depends on how long we are going to lie there.  Some of us need more time.  Take the time… but begin.

Once I was introduced to myself, I began to heal.  It took about a year.  There were countless tears, and screams that could wake the dead, and in a sense, they did.  Learning to accept oneself in the moment is hard work.  Breathing life in and out is a lot more difficult than I had imagined.  But I began to love the new person I was meeting.  I began to get up, dust off, and walk renewed.  The body I now inhabit is loved and respected in a way that has never happened.

I look forward to this next edge.  I am peeking over and I like what I see.  I am almost ready to leap off.  It is unimaginably scary.  Learning to have faith in oneself is never easy.  I am learning every day to trust that I will be okay.  My body knows, I need to trust her.  My heart knows, and I need to trust her as well.  Learn to fall, so that you can learn to heal.