Flying

October 10, 2006

We went flying this weekend. Safely, of course, strapped to a seat, connected to a track, superman style. We were at Six Flags and we got to fly Superman, which is my favorite rollercoaster. I have something of a love/hate relationships with rollercoasters. I love them when I get off and hate them when I’m on. But Superman is different. Superman I love through and through. They tip you, once you sit down, so you are flying head first through the air (Superman style). Your strapped in by your chest and your hips and your ankles, so it is not possible to feel more secure. And then you fly. Up and around, upside down and through loops, soaring across time and space - it is always too short.

I’ve never been one to dream of flying. Heights scare me and my most thrilling dreams are always the ones that seem real, but better. Flying never struck me as real. But turn me upside down and soar me through the air and my soul sings in freedom. Perhaps this is a deep dream, perhaps it is as close to freedom that we will ever come.

My body is still recovering from the twists and turns and bumps and shakes of rollercoasters, but my soul is still singing from my time in the air.

Posted in reflections by Sarah