Hi hi Tessa,
i have never been paragliding, have high anxiety, so for me the thought of the edge is more like preparing a fall,
but with a net somewhere down there that i can't see, but have to trust is there.
Funny you should mention that because i wrote a short poem about it this morning.
Edge
i am standing at the edge of a cliff
peering down into the seeming abyss
crowd behind me screams don't do it
many below shouting jump jump jump
Teetering i close my eyes & talk to God
Am in your power, you know what's best
do i imagine your zephyr at my back?
please grant me a gust to blow me over
Thanks so much for your reply, i am going to try what you did
and see myself there with wings.