The Edge of Stone

We build where the earth refuses to be flat. We stack our lives against the gravity of the cliff, believing that if we hold on tightly enough, the mountain will eventually accept our presence. There is a strange comfort in this precariousness. To live on the edge is to be reminded, every morning, that the ground is not a guarantee. We are guests of the stone and the salt air. We arrange our windows to catch the light, we paint our walls to mimic the warmth we lack, and we pretend the abyss is merely a view. But the silence beneath the foundation is always there, waiting for the wind to change. We are only as permanent as the next tide. Does the rock know we are here, or is it simply waiting for us to leave?

Jana Z has captured this tension in her image titled Hang in There!. It reminds me that we are all clinging to something, hoping the foundation holds. What is it that keeps you anchored when the world feels steep?