Taking Off

Transport

Transport

The first time I flew, the most disconcerting part was the taking off part.

The plane – this huge thing that was way more powerful than I was – began to move.  It moved faster and faster, not giving me a chance to get used to the speed.  It sped down the runway, and then I felt that strange sensation, and I knew that we had left the ground.  I was sitting in this tube of speed, off the safety of ground.

And there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.

Of course, I am being dramatic for effect.  But the lack of control over something that absolutely affected me was very clear.  It wouldn’t have mattered if I had jumped from my seat, knocked at the pilot’s door crying, and begged to land.  The flight was in motion.

I did well on that flight, btw.  It was actually exhilarating.  It was amazing to see everything grow tiny from this brand new view.  And when I landed, I was across the country in the land of Hollywood Star Walks and perpetual summer (okay, it was just Los Angeles, but you get the point).

I wonder….they always board the plane for what seems like an unnecessarily long amount of time before the flight actually takes off.  For me, on that first flight, it was good.  I got to look around the plane, get used to my seat, pray, look out the window, adjust the little air…what is that called?  I read the safety information, looked at overpriced weird items in Sky magazine.  By the time the plane began to move, I was almost – but not quite – ready.  And even then, the plane moved slowly, taxiing onto the runway, getting into position.  The heart rate that had become erratic calmed down again.

And even though the takeoff was new, and I still had no real control over its pace…..it was an adventure rather than a terror.

And it still is.

It’s a bit like fate and change.  In the end, I have no control over it….but pace is everything.

Perhaps a Friend

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What did she need to help her mend?

A lover? No…perhaps a friend.

A heart with whom she shares her loss,

Who holds her hand and helps her cross

This bridge of change, from pain to hope,

(And maybe the occasional grope 🙂 )

Who helps her set her bound heart free,

A friend, a rough and tender he.

And maybe, while he helps her through,

She’ll find that she can help him too.

So now her unconvention ends,

And blushing, she waits for a friend.

Eavesdropping

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Conversation between man and son at a restaurant:

Son: Why do they call it secret sauce?

Dad: Because you don’t know what’s in it

Son: But if I put it on there it’s not a secret

Dad: It is if you don’t know it’s in there

Son: But I put it on, so I do know it’s there

Dad: Then it’s not a secret

Son: (after a pause) Why do you always get the same thing as me?

Dad: It tastes good

Son: But you’re copying me

Dad: Maybe you’re copying me.  I’m older

Son: No you’re not

Dad: I’m not? I’m your Dad

Son: My birthday is before yours

Dad: I guess you’re right then

At this point….I had to chuckle.  This meant they knew I was listening.  But it was worth it. 🙂

Free 

This kind of joy is wonderful, and I love when I feel it 🙂

Babygirl's Corner

I get up with a smile on my face and a song in my heart.

I go to bed with no regrets and no what if’s

I feel light. I smile. I feel love again

I have survived and exited early, I’m sure, the hell that was created for me

The scars are deep but healing

They will always be a reminder of the lessons learned

The house is happy and filled with laughter

I wouldn’t change a thing cause I may not have this joy and peace if I did

Feeling blessed for all I have
Love being free

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Shoes of the day MEN

These are nice shoes. They also remind me of the very bizarre dream I had last night. I ran a daycare, and a very well dressed African American lady brought her toddler son in. He was wearing some really nice leather dress shoes in two shades of brown and taupe – the kind that very well dressed African American men are known to wear to church on Sunday mornings. I complimented her on his shoes, and she said, “I’m starting my boy out RIGHT! He’s going to be as fashionable as his daddy is!” I have no idea why I dreamed that, but when I saw these shoes it made me chuckle.