Remember crossing a stream when you were young? Seeing the rocks just under the surface, not sure of how deep they are, if they are slippery, sharp or a bit deeper than expected. Tentatively you step anyway, knowing that at any moment you might slip, fall and in less than a second soaked, but not caring.
I was reminded of this sensation when hiking Little River Canyon in Alabama last Spring and again while rock mining/sluicing in North Carolina. It’s an unsettling feeling, not always know what lies beneath. But the anticipation of finding potential gems in my path far out way the concern I may fall in.
I’ve been taking chances lately ~ gratefully have only stumbled, not fallen.
Just adjusting... slow and steady.