Dear friends,
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been afraid of heights. Terrified is probably the more accurate word.
I’ve always loved being in water and swimming. Pools, rivers, lakes, oceans — these are my happy places. But I was the kid who’d climb up the diving board and then freeze at the top. The short fall between the board and the water scared me to death.
My fear of heights has traveled with me on land across the decades. On the first anniversary of my dad’s death in April, Lily and I went for a long hike at Starved Rock State Park. We walked through the lush forest with birdsong ringing in every direction. At last, we arrived at the top of Wildcat Canyon. A solid deck with a sturdy railing invited us to look out over the edge into this wondrous hole in the earth. But simply inching up to the railing and taking a picture to view at a safe distance made my body tense up and tremble... Read More