The Secret

The secret to flying is to trip but miss the ground.
— Douglas Adams

Let’s see, how many times have I managed to accomplish this feat of tripping ‘gracefully’??
Without hurting myself, I’d say 1245 times, but who’s counting? :).

This morning slaDE is catching up on his logbook, and in the process of stimulating his memory, he has pulled out the video camera and is reviewing the skydiving footage from the past year. Glancing over his shoulder, I marveled at the sudden rush of emotions that overwhelmed me.
Oh how I miss jumping from airplanes!
Until that moment, I didn’t realize how ferociously I had banked those feelings, setting the desires aside for my whimsical flying dreams: I miss my passion way too much to want to consciously reminisce. Patience is a virtue, knowing that my shoulder injury is still a huge issue; a persistent process of healing. Breathing through the pain and yoga are helping immensely in gaining my strength, but my side-sleeping is not helping my dilemma. Do I jump at the Batavia Boogie? I’m hoping to ease into the saddle again by making a tandem (given that Joey will be there?!) with my birthday friends … sort of a ‘coming of age into my forties’ celebration. But will my body be ready for the challenge? Much is at stake …. I’ll probably make that decision once we’re back in Ontario for my Father’s wedding.

The secret to flying is to trip but miss the ground.
— Douglas Adams