I'm not sure where to go from here. I have this feeling like I've been pushed off a cliff. I'm fairly certain I can fly, but I'm not sure how well I can or where I should try to land. It's all clouds and wind and storm when I look through one eye and a strange room with firelight and shadows watching me in another.
No, I'm not becoming schizophrenic so don't make an appointment for me and then drive me to it. I think I'm just experiencing the equivalent of an emotional concussion. Like a concussion, right now it doesn't feel bad. I just feel fuzzy and disconnected and I have this strange sense of safety within chaos, and a sense that if I put a toe out it'll get lopped off.
Which means, of course, I have to put a toe out, or better, my whole foot, and start that first step toward walking. Don't want to get stuck here.
Once upon a time I made a high altitude flight as part of my paragliding certification. When I hit a strong updraft the universe showed me what it's really like to have a god lift you up. It's like jumping off the high dive in reverse. I had no control. Wind, rather than gravity, had taken over and Its force overwhelmed me.
Sometimes all you can do is yell "Weeeee!" Or in this case, all I can do is say none of this is about me. It's about beings I care about and forces beyond all our control. I doubt any of us will be inspired to yell "Weeee!" and put our hands in the air, but we can hold each other as long as we can and hope the wind sets us down gently. But if holding on is what I should do, why do I feel like I should fly? And where should I go? So I'm going round and round.