When I nearly broke my neck, I started to dream of flying.
Being pushed from a height gave me some mangled body parts, a very specific form of acrophobia, and a wealth of dreams about falling.
It took me time to put together the jumbled images in my head, but the power and beauty of their message pulled me into a place I had never imagined.
For a long time, I thought my head was punishing me with images of falling, of reliving my nightmare in a thousand ways and places.
Then one day, I refused to fall.
I pointed myself upwards as I left the dream-cliff.
And I flew.
I cannot tell you how I felt the moment I realized what I could do, where I could go when I was able to confront my head and transform those nightmares into fantastic adventures.
All I can speak of is fear… and courage.
I have spoken of the magic of fear, but there is also a magic in courage.
Because, in the end, they cannot be separated from one another.
Courage is not the absence of fear.
Courage is translating that fear, into lightning, into a magic all its own.
Courage is the moment you stare down the cliff face-
And leap, laughing, into the unknown.
This week is dedicated to everyday magic. I will be sharing some of the real-life inspiration for the strange things that appear in the pages of my stories.
If you would like more adventures in falling, I have also written a fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor. It is available here.