My friends reminded me of a time in my past, when I freely flew down the mountain side; apparent risk of life and limb obvious and immediate to the observing.

I remember that time well. I was never in danger, from my perspective. Foolish? Perhaps…

But then again, why stick in the trenches with me? For it seems to me, that though the best of intentions are held, eventually I shall push all close to me to the brink with no real hope for future relief.

Perhaps that is a human ailment we all share — attempting lasting, intimate relationships, living in peace and love with each other… yet there is still so much in the way.

So tonight? I am grateful for all who are with me—when the threads are wearing thin… when the cloth is growing frail… when i jump without sanity.

Thank you for your continued Love and Support.