“Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
and danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
sunward I’ve climbed,
and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds and done a hundred things
you have not dreamed of…”
– Pilot Officer John G. Magee, Jr.
It started as a small enough request.
My cousin, Rick, had flown into town from his home in the Kootenays for a short visit. I just wondered if maybe my kids, Oliver and Amélie, could take a peak inside his little four-seater Cessna, and watch him take off when he left.
Next thing I knew, we were up in the sky, flying high over Kelowna – me, Mr. Pear Tree and Oliver (Amélie was happier waiting for us on the ground with her grandma for the time being).
I love flying. I’ve always loved flying, whether it’s the power of a jumbo jet during take-off, or the magical suspension of a helicopter.
There’s something about being miles above the earth, hanging in the air, that entices me.
This was the smallest aircraft I’ve been privileged to travel in – including a tour of town in the Bell Mobility blimp a few years ago.
I think it was smaller than the interior of our SUV. It’s really quite amazing to be up so high in such a small, seemingly vulnerable compartment. I have to admit I was a tad nervous taking off.
But once up, it was amazing. All is still. All is good and easy and beautiful to behold.
My cousin told me that he often escapes in his plane when he feels stressed over work or life, and just flies around, over mountains, past valleys and lakes. It is a release.
I envy that, now. That different perspective. Right there, waiting, at your beck and call.
Maybe some day I’ll learn to fly. To swoop and soar and sail high above. To be the one in control.
Until then, I will be eternally grateful just to be a passenger, and share in this gift with the one behind the steering wheel.
(Mr. Pear Tree and our trusty pilot, Rick).
After a short break, we’re once again taking part in Good Life Wednesdays!
– Words and photos by Lori-Anne Poirier