One day, one night, one moment, with a dream to believe in. One step, one fall, one falter, find a new earth across a wide ocean.
Tuesday, November 22
Friday, November 18
Stay this little.
I do that a lot. In the car going somewhere...on a plane...walking through campus...gazing out over the valley. I watch kids walk home from school, I watch my classmates, I watch the lovebirds in the corner of the room.
And the other day I was sitting in the glorious sunshine, looking over the valley.
We live close to the airport, which means 1) we get a lot of noise in the summer time and 2) we get to watch planes land and takeoff pretty much whenever we jolly well please. (this was great fun as a child)
I followed the progress of one particular airplane as it took off.
As someone who flies on a semi-frequent-ish-basis (enough to remind me how much I love it, little enough to keep me wanting to keep doing it) I love that feeling as the airplane finally begins to pick up speed.
Each step in the process of going to the airport seems to take you one step closer, from waking up at 5 in the morning to actually leaving the house with half of your world toted behind you, to that heart-thumping moment when you leave the security of those dropping you off behind as you walk away from the car.
You're thinking this is really it. Whatever it is that you've been waiting for for ages has finally come.
It like, triples when you board the plane, and then comes to a screeching halt when you start to taxi.
Forever.
And you wonder, will it ever takeoff? I could be sleeping right now.
I chew my gum nervously, worrying that the flavour will run out before we takeoff and I need it in the first place.
But it comes, you know it always will.
That moment when the airplane lurches a little and you know it's finally time.
It picks up speed, it goes faster, and faster, and faster, and just when you think you might run out of runway space, it gently lumps into the air. I say "lump" because it's like going over a speedbump with a pillow on it.
Your heart does this weird ker-thump thing, your ears go all funny, and your stomach does what it does in an elevator, except about 2.4 times more.
And if you're heading to a National speech & debate tournament, it does it about 11.9 times more.
So as I sat there, watching this airplane take off into the sky, I wondered what the people on the plane were thinking.
Were they all businessmen who were just flying because they had to, lost in the busyness of their iwhatevers and computers and papers, or who sleep right through the thrill of taking off?
Or could there be a young person on there, her heart beating with the excitement of a new place
What did my world look like to them up there? I could see them, but they couldn't see me.
I was living that experience in my head as the
plane made it's way slowly towards the edge of the valley and then began to turn towards the east.
Thank you for flying Delta Airlines, we are now [insert number I never do comprehend] miles above Seattle, heading east towards Boston. Our flight attendants will be coming around shortly with refreshments. Meals are available for purchase upon request.
I watched the plane pass through a cloud.
I know what it's like to go through a cloud on a plane. The world is a tiny maze of dollhouses and then all of a sudden, there's a little fog covering it all.
I wonder if there's a child on that plane, nose pressed to the window, staring excitedly at everything that's going by.I wonder if maybe someone is not traveling somewhere new, but somewhere old. Maybe he's going home after a long, fulfilling trip. I hope he enjoyed my favorite city.
The plane turns to the east, and eventually disappears behind the trees.
East.
There are a lot of places you can go when you turn east. That's a lot of states you could fly to.
I never want to lose my love for flying in a plane. To feel that magic, thrill, and anticipation.
There are some parts of life I have to grow up in...but when I fly, I'll always be a child.
Wednesday, November 16
Mhm, that's right Seattle.
Tuesday, November 15
Monday, November 14
Sunday, November 13
I want my soul wide awake.
I want to sail
Into the sunrise
Right to the edge of the new
Way beyond me, out ‘cross the sea
Into a beautiful truth
A journey awaits
Incredible stories
I’ll live to tell you the tales
I want to know.
I want to go.
I want to sail.
Right through waves of my fear
Out where the waters run clear
I want to sail.
Tell me, what spell must I break?
I want my soul wide awake.
Into the sunrise
Right to the edge of the new
Way beyond me, out ‘cross the sea
Into a beautiful truth
A journey awaits
Incredible stories
I’ll live to tell you the tales
I want to know.
I want to go.
I want to sail.
Right through waves of my fear
Out where the waters run clear
I want to sail.
Tell me, what spell must I break?
I want my soul wide awake.
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