ᛏᚺᛖ ᛖᛞᚷᛖ

On the edge.
Of reason.
Of discovery.
Of disaster.
Edges are tricky places.
They are a good place to see things clearly from, perhaps giving a few seconds warning before an impending change, and if they are steep enough, offer us protection from any danger below.
But edges can also fall away.
And take you with them.
So you live with the perpetual anticipation of movement and are ready to jump ship at the drop of a hat.
Either way, there is no place to hide, and so you practice having faith and trust.
You put down roots and carve out a life that isn’t defined by fear. A life that celebrates hope and joy. Even when something gets too close and is lost.

Peace