Tuesday, December 14, 2010

My Soul is in the Sky

My soul is in the sky.

— William Shakespeare, 'A Midsummer Night's Dream,' Act V. Scene I.

The most beautiful place I have ever been is the sky.  I can only visit incased in winged, metal objects but until I have the ability to hover or fly independently without science and man-made objects, a plane is perfectly fine with me.

As soon as the wheels of the plane leave the runway, I feel like I can breathe deep, full breaths and the weight on my heart is lifted.

I feel God love me when I'm in the sky.  It's like He's saying or showing me, "I created this for you:  the discovery of flight, the ability, the science behind it.  I created it's intricacies and vulnerabilities and it's magic...for you....because I knew you would love it."

And I do.  I love the pressure in my ears as the plane ascends and descends.  I love looking down at the earth as the flat lands turn to hills and the hills into snow covered mountains.  I love seeing the organized layout of farm land turn into the organized chaos of a city and peering down at little tiny cars carrying little tiny people and wondering what they do, where they are from and if they know that someone is wondering about them.  I love the turbulence and fog, the lightning and the way the sun illuminates the lakes and oceans.

Maybe it is conceited of me to think that God created flight just for my personal enjoyment, just as a reminder to me during my busy, hectic life that He loves me, but that's what I believe.  I believe that He gave the knowledge to people who could execute the science behind it just so that a girl born in the 1980's would be able to enjoy it when she reached her 20's. 

There is no sport equal to that which aviators enjoy while being carried through the air on great white wings.
— Wilbur Wright, 1905.

It's wonderful to climb the liquid mountains of the sky, Behind me and before me is God and I have no fears.
— Helen Keller, at age 74, on flight around the world, news reports of 5 February 1955.

Even before [we] . . . had reached 300 feet, I recognized that the sky would be my home. I tumbled out of the airplane with stars in my eyes.
— Geraldyn Cobb, regards her first flight, piloted by her father when she was 12 years old

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