I’m with you on the slippery slopes these days. My mum had severe acrophobia and, so, I bullied myself out of it at a young age. What finally worked was when she let me know she wasn’t afraid of falling, but “being taken.” Go figure. Fear of being beamed up. I had to laugh, and, somehow, my body let go.

I do understand the caution, though. My Scottish Terriers used to plant four feet firmly and hang their noses over the edges of cliffs. Every Mother Bear instinct in me shrieked “Careful!” while they wagged their whole hindquarters and laughed.

I’m so glad you shared the experience! That is what I hope for when I share these stories. Thank you Louise.