Much of a tree is hidden below the ground, gaining support and sustenance from the earth in ways that are generally invisible to us.
What sustains you, even though you don’t often think about it?
It’s always terrifying to launch yourself into the unknown, to experience freefall as the familiar slips away. What can make that experience of falling exhilarating, and not simply heart-stopping, is knowing that you are connected to an anchor—a person, a belief, a sense of self—with an unbreakable rope.
What serves as your anchor when you feel you are falling?