When I called off my first wedding, I went skydiving in Davis, California. At the time, throwing myself out of a plane on a scorching hot summer day, appeared the easiest way to separate my past from my future.
If you’ve not been skydiving, there is the moment when you have to decide if you will jump or not. Even tandem, you are the person with your toes on the edge of the plane looking out at the patchwork quilt of fields below.
Once you jump, and move into free fall, you can see clouds and birds flying below you. Then, the parachute opens, and all is well for a while, and for me there was a soft landing. I landed gently on my feet in a field of grass and walked straight into my future.
Shortly after that day, I met my husband, and we married, had two beautiful children, and a very nice life.
This morning, I woke up at 5:00 am to be in Davis again, but this time for a soccer tournament.
Over the past year, I’ve prayed for a soft landing for all of us. We’re not quite there yet, but sitting here in Davis, watching my beautiful daughter play soccer, it is certainly starting to look that way.
Love and blessings to all.
Sydney 