Sunshine ruled the sky on the east side of the mountains last weekend, much to my delight. A healthy dose of vitamin D definitely adds to the whitewater rafting and rock climbing experience.
I think it's easier to face one's fears when the sun is high.
Nobody likes their archnemesis, I suppose. This past year and a half really wearied me of dealing with mine. "There is nothing worse to fear than fear itself": that particular demon attacked me in all of my weakest places last year.
Amazing things can happen when one is armed with sunshine, a desperately determined smile, a few Dumbledore quotes, and faith like a mustard seed.
That is--all those, and a small army of faithful companions.
A group of us gathered at the base of a high, sheer cliff on Sunday evening, and Aaron asked us what we'd learned about the community we formed. After six years of involvement with YD Adventures, this isn't new to me: There is grace. Grace to be the weakest link in the chain, to try and fail and try again, to be the one who cannot when others can.
I wouldn't be who I am without it.