"Don Juan and Don Genaro stepped back and seemed to merge with the darkness. Pablito held my forearm and we said good-by to each other. Then a strange urge, a force, made me run with him to the northern edge of the mesa. I felt his arm holding me as we jumped and then I was alone." ~ Carlos Castaneda, Tales of Power
My son is going through a hard time right now with Love, which is always hard! Prompted this write! I've been there before, and leaped!