Just read your story and can also relate! I was in New Mexico and wanted to climb to the top of an ancient Kiva. Only problem was...it was an ascent STRAIGHT up the walls on VERY old handmade wooden twig ladders and many stories high! but i went, knew i had to do it. I am also afraid of heights. Well, not afraid, but i get vertigo too. When i reached the top and looked down I understood why it was a sacred place, because you are thanking God that oyu mad eit alive and are praying for help on the way back down *L* This draw, to repeat, is magical and captures the feeling of solitude on the side of a mountain.
This is absolutely beautiful. And so is the story that goes with it. Reminds me of the time my husband decided to take the difficult run while skiing and sent me down a path where there was an easier way down the mountain. The first clearing was a hill with moguls as tall as myself and almost as steep as this drawing. When a mother and daughter struggled down the run I finally got the courage to give it a go. Took me a long time but I finally made it to the bottom. My husband couldn't believe I came down it when he went back up to see why I was so angry with him. As it turned out, I should have continued on the path and there would have been an easier descent.
WoW!!! I have vertigo me too and I can understand what was you feeling in this moment. If it was me, the only thing I probably drew could be my fear.Beautiful drawing
fantastic- as a person that suffers from vertigo and someone who had to crawl along the top of a hill while people walked past me _ I know the feeling! Well done!
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