Head back, holding on to straps, falling, immense speed.
What’s that wild feeling? here it is
Not sure. Just trusting. The sound is loud but not unpleasant. Tap, tap. My instructor has alerted me it’s okay now to let go of the straps and pull my head forward. Timidly I do so.
Speed and more speed. Rushing to Earth’s ground. It is fun; it is frivolous; it is free falling. Yeah there is fear, technically I (a human) should not be doing this, but then when have humans been highly technical anyways?
I recognize the feeling of adrenaline, pulsing through my veins, and telling my brain that my soul is now officially courageous.
Will I next swim in a pond that has alligators in it?! Don’t know, don’t think so!
The chute opens.
Ah, relaxation; the heavy part is over. The fast part has slowed. We are still falling, and falling fast I notice.
It is so beautiful. The vantage point is exquisite. I really enjoy this view. But fall we must, gravity insists.
The conditions are clear and excellent for beauty too. We are having the so-called “Santa Ana” conditions, where dryness permeates the atmosphere and visibility extends double or triple its regular length.
Mother Earth and Mother Ocean stand out together in such eloquent beauty. I love them both so much! I can’t imagine ever being away from them, but I know somehow, like everything else, this too shall pass…
Finally, my valiant instructor Devin, passes me the reins and we start turning the parachute, left and right. Ah, control — the illusion of control. It is always there, staring me in the eyes with false premise — but with its own substantiality.
Funness and humor make up the final segment.
Earth approaches quickly. I know it will soon be over. We will touch down and be standing erect once again.
But that’s okay!
Falling through this tunnel of love has baptized me into the realm of the brave! And it was scary — going up in the plane and realizing that there is no turning back, other than a standout, ridiculous drama-filled show of cowardice. The thought briefly crossed my mind, but I reminded myself, “I can do this!”
And then — SWISH