On A Wing


I’m not a confident flyer.*

I hold my breath as if it is going to help. I know the logic behind it, more likely to … car wreck etc… But, I can’t help it. There is something about flying that defies all logic. That the science of aerodynamics defies the laws of gravity. There are many things I think of to help me through.

I try to enjoy the beauty of that moment when we mortals leave the ground, to experience that momentary life from our Earthbound duties.

I enjoy the scenery when we punch through the clouds. When we shed the burden of the dark grey skies and reach for the sun.

I take solace in knowing that at this moment, i am ok. I am leaving fear behind. I may be holding my breath and closing my eyes, but my heart is still beating and I am going places.

Sometimes you have to swallow your fear, hold your breath, close your eyes, listen to your heart and leap forward into the clouds.

* This post written mid-flight from Portland to Santa Rosa, California

8 responses to “On A Wing”

  1. I hate flying. I hate looking out the window. I too know the odds are better in a plane. It boils down to this: they won’t let me fly the plane. It wasn’t until my first ride in a plane (when I was about 24) that I began to realize what a control freak I am. It’s gotten worse since I have had kids. We took them on a plane to San Diego last year, and that amounted to a 2 and a half hour panic attack. Each way.

    The only thing that saves me is reminding myself that I could be in a car for 18 hours instead. God I hate flying.

    • I have to look out the window. My sense of wonder and amazement of looking down upon the world makes up for my panic mode. Still doesn’t stop me from freaking out on the takeoff and landings though.

      Also: you didn’t go to the spam folder this time!!! YAY!

      • Decided to use a different email address my about.me url. Still can’t believe my wordpress id went to spam, but whatever!

        I do like to look out the window at night though…

  2. it’s funny because while I’m fine in-flight, I feel what you describe above in a car. I’ve been in more plans than cars, so I guess it’s what you are used to. ๐Ÿ™‚

    • Yeah. It probably is. I am more afraid of the take off and landing. Oh, and turbulence. I am no so good when things get shaky. Might be a metaphor for life, though.

      I feel i have more control over the situation in the car, though. ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. I have a bit of a different perspective. I’m not afraid of crashing. I’m afraid of being trapped in a small space with a whole bunch of people. For short flights, I can generally cope pretty well. I always choose window seats so that I can look out. That helps me feel less trapped. And I keep my ipod singing into my ears. That helps. But if I’m stuck in the middle or if I’m on LONG trips, like from Chicago to Paris, I start to get really cagey. That’s when I’ll go into panicked, “Oh-God-I’m-Trapped” mode. (Kinda like what I was like when Ryan took me into the Ice House at Edgefield this summer… Only about 100 times worse.)

    And you’re NOT a big sissy. We ALL have fears. See above. ๐Ÿ™‚

      • Will you think I’m any weirder than you already think I am if I tell you that I LIKE turbulence? It’s kinda fun! And yes, I’m serious! I’ve been on flights where there’s been so much turbulence that when we landed, everyone applauded and I was having a BLAST while other folks were crying and praying the Lord’s Prayer. ๐Ÿ™‚

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