Take it from me: you will never truly know what trust is until you are riding an Icelandic horse along the skirt of a mountainside, watching the loose rocks beneath his hooves kick-up and roll off the edge of a shadow of a path below you. On your near side, the mountain’s face is close enough to reach out and touch. On the off side, there is space - nothing but space - and a falling slope that unrolls hundreds of feet straight down and away. Do not pick up the reins. Do not get in the horse’s way. In that particular moment, there is nothing to do but visualize perfect balance and look straight ahead. Trust is all you have.
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