Nothing actually stands between saying, “The river sang,” and “It was as if the river sang,” other than a set of rigid rules that forbids the former from being more than a metaphor. -Fr. Stephen Freeman
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Falling....
....Well, not exactly. It was an intentional movement downward, not an accident. But it goes well with the previous post title.
Your last three posts (since I last read) have been just so beautiful and inspiring.
You're very brave to go hang-gliding. I guess if someone put a ticket to do it in my hand and said 'go!' I would. And I did see a micro-light up above Mt St Michel that made me wish...
Lucy, I feel like I ought to add, because it's true, that it didn't take much bravery to do this. You only have to be brave when you're afraid, and while I knew it was a risk, I really didn't feel fear before going up. Some while we were up that second day, when we were very quickly coming down, and these photos were made, yes! But I had looked forward to it for so long, and I trusted the instructors, and I tend to enjoy physical risks much more than some other kinds.
It takes more courage for me to speak my mind to a familiar authority figure and stand my ground than to go 4,000 feet up in the air with a stranger!
Hey, I just noticed photo $2. That's when I was scared! You can see that we were at least sideways, if not upside down. That was scary. I was screaming most of the way down during that drop.
So I may not be afraid of heights, but of high speed descents!
(My truly greatest fear was not that we would die--this guy clearly knew what he was doing--but that I would...how do they say...toss my cookies...I was afraid of embarrassing myself in the presence of such a manly man! His name was Rex, after all!)
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Your last three posts (since I last read) have been just so beautiful and inspiring.
You're very brave to go hang-gliding. I guess if someone put a ticket to do it in my hand and said 'go!' I would. And I did see a micro-light up above Mt St Michel that made me wish...
Maybe when I come to France someday, I'll put a ticket in your hand and say, "Come!"
(I can't remember when you found my blog. If you haven't and would like to read the hang glide posts, they're in November and December 2006.)
Lucy, I feel like I ought to add, because it's true, that it didn't take much bravery to do this. You only have to be brave when you're afraid, and while I knew it was a risk, I really didn't feel fear before going up. Some while we were up that second day, when we were very quickly coming down, and these photos were made, yes! But I had looked forward to it for so long, and I trusted the instructors, and I tend to enjoy physical risks much more than some other kinds.
It takes more courage for me to speak my mind to a familiar authority figure and stand my ground than to go 4,000 feet up in the air with a stranger!
I envy your ability to do this. I'm so scared of heights, I could never do so. I hope you get the opportunity to go again - soon.
Hey, I just noticed photo $2. That's when I was scared! You can see that we were at least sideways, if not upside down. That was scary. I was screaming most of the way down during that drop.
So I may not be afraid of heights, but of high speed descents!
(My truly greatest fear was not that we would die--this guy clearly knew what he was doing--but that I would...how do they say...toss my cookies...I was afraid of embarrassing myself in the presence of such a manly man! His name was Rex, after all!)
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