When the going gets tough, the tough go traveling!
An excerpt from Adventures By Sailplane
B.S. (By Sailplane) B.C. (Before Cancer)
1960
I am flying, soaring down the stairs, over the railing, through the dining room of my parents’ house and into the kitchen. I swoop up and down, just under the ceiling. The air forms a cushion beneath me, and arms stretch out to catch the air, I will myself this way and that. It is exquisite, delightful freedom, soaring through the house like this.
I fly back upstairs to my bedroom. Then I awake. But I knew that I could fly. It was more than a child’s dream and it has stayed with me all these years.
1997
Nearly four decades later, I feel the push of air beneath my body and I soar in it, climbing thousands of feet to the base of the cloud. It is wonderfully cool at this altitude. And it is silent.
I stop below cloud base and look up at the building mass above me. Soft tendrils hang, swirling in the sway of the air. Ten thousand feet below, I see the warm, rich browns of the desert, the curve of the mountains agains the blue of Tahoe. I check the flow of my oxygen and I push out, down the mountain’s spine, over the desert in my motorless plane.
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Is there more to our dreams than we think?
Should our dreams perhaps be or guides, rather than the societal “must do’s” that we all know too well?
Khevin Barnes recently wrote this for our sister site, www.AntiCancerClub.com. It seems that I am not alone in recognizing the power of childhood dreams…
And you?
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