{"id":7498,"date":"2011-08-17T07:06:16","date_gmt":"2011-08-17T12:06:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/?p=7498"},"modified":"2011-08-17T07:06:16","modified_gmt":"2011-08-17T12:06:16","slug":"safely-falling","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/2011\/20110817-7498.htm","title":{"rendered":"Safely Falling"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I was completely out of control, but I was attached to one who knew what was going on and who was in control.<\/p>\n<p>The air roared past my ears as we free-fell towards the ground.<\/p>\n<p>My mind strained to remember my instructor&#8217;s directions, even though I could no longer hear his voice.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/08\/IMG_9553-e1313546110395.jpg\" alt=\"Soaring above the clouds\"  width=\"400\" height=\"300\" class=\"aligncenter\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Arch my back, kick my bottom, hands hanging on to my harness chicken wing fashion.<\/p>\n<p>Content that I&#8217;d followed instructions, I could enjoy the ride.<\/p>\n<p>Exhilaration. <\/p>\n<p>Free-falling. <\/p>\n<p>Amazing.<\/p>\n<p>He pulled the chute, the free-fall ended far too soon. I wanted it to last forever. <\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/08\/IMG_9557-e1313546304560.jpg\" alt=\"Soaring through the clouds\" width=\"300\" height=\"400\" class=\"aligncenter\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Now he guided my hands into the chute&#8217;s handles, asked me if my harness was comfortable. Everything was fine.<\/p>\n<p>He told me he would be loosening the connections that held us. I&#8217;d drop a bit lower, so inches would separate our bodies. <\/p>\n<p>Now, here, I felt a glimmer of fear. I knew it would be safe, I knew I&#8217;d still be attached. But it wouldn&#8217;t be the same. Once he&#8217;d lowered me, I wouldn&#8217;t be able to <i>feel<\/i> his presence. Would I be able to make it without that sure sensory feedback reminding me that I was safe?<\/p>\n<p>I would choose to trust, I told myself&#8211;and so I did. <\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/08\/IMG_9567-2-e1313546705905.jpg\" alt=\"Flying, closer up\"  width=\"400\" height=\"300\" class=\"aligncenter\" \/><\/p>\n<p>I relaxed as the distance grew between us. <\/p>\n<p>I was still safe, still connected, still hearing his voice. He was still guiding the chute.<\/p>\n<p>He asked me if I wanted to do anything fancy&#8211;circles, loop-de-loops, or the like. &#8220;Or would you rather just hang out?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>It was hard to push the words from my lungs: &#8220;I&#8217;d rather just hang out.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;That&#8217;s okay,&#8221; he told me, &#8220;we&#8217;ll just hang out.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>And so we did, arms outstretched, hands in the chute&#8217;s handles. We hung there, suspended between sky and earth, observing the scenery below as we softly drifted along.<\/p>\n<p>My head started spinning. I willed it to stop. I was enjoying this too much to be sick.<\/p>\n<p>I wanted to <b>see<\/b>. <\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/08\/IMG_9574-1.jpg\" alt=\"Preparing for landing\" width=\"400\" height=\"300\" class=\"aligncenter\" \/><\/p>\n<p>I told my instructor that I was getting dizzy. He encouraged me to breathe deeply, said he&#8217;d go gently.<\/p>\n<p>I breathed, my eyes taking in everything I saw. <\/p>\n<p>Beside me, Joanna and her instructor were doing crazy moves. <\/p>\n<p>I smiled and breathed and wished I could be flying forever, and never.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was completely out of control, but I was attached to one who knew what was going on and who was in control. The air roared past my ears as we free-fell towards the ground. My mind strained to remember my instructor&#8217;s directions, even though I could no longer hear his voice. 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