Thursday, June 30, 2011
Quite an exciting flying day for me yesterday. Sky was interestingly cloudy. Weather interestingly enough bumpy. Learning to control the plane through “bumpy” weather .. over the Cowichan Valley.Did my pre-flight walkaround .. feeling confident about that aspect. Loving every inch of the plane, trusting the beautiful wings to take me up into another dimension, high above the ground. Well, up to 3,500 feet, anyway or maybe a little more. Baby steps.
We noticed a lone eagle sitting on the other side of the tarmac .. my instructor noted that she’s never seen one at this particular location. She would certainly know, as she flies every day … so we wondered why the eagle was there at this time. The eagle stood up and walked around a bit .. settling down again. A Westjet taxied in and the bird swooped here and there and then settled down again. Comforting sight.
The plane was a former float plane, thus the engine was larger than the other 172’s that I’ve been practising in. The take off was an experience of more power, more swerve to the left (more right pedal was needed to guide the plane straight). Normally, I’m learning, the plane tends to go to the left and a light right pedal guides the wings straighter. I relied on the experience of my instructor to take us up .. up .. and away!
I experienced the tug and pull of winds from the valley floor, local hills – that pulled the wings in directions off course … and learned to “crab” the plane back towards my original destination. The winds are physically real .. and it’s exciting to feel this, actually. The skies are not vast, empty voids .. they are alive with real, tangible forces of energy. And it’s in this understanding of these forces that I’ll be learning how to fly.
I find myself more tuned in to stories of flight and feel a keener interest in programs like the “Ice Pilot”. The portals to better comprehension and appreciation of the language of flying, weather and terminology is opening to me and I feel such joy and anticipation.
Our one hour training flight is soon over, and it’s back to the ground. I look up at the sky throughout my day and remember my flight and feel such happiness. Transportation to another dimension.
And so I feel less bothered by things that happen in my daily life. Traffic situations don’t bother me as much. Things just don’t have the energy to irk me as they used to do. My attention is turning to the magic of flight. To learn the rules of this new world.
Now, my mind is concentrating on the feel of the plane, the understanding of the steps involved in preparing for flight. The sensation of flight .. the tug of the winds, the intuitive feel of maintaining cruise altitude, the body of the plane becomes my body as I tense for turns, for straight flying, to “know” when to do things, “why” to do things, to “see” how to interpret the signals that the instruments are telling me.
My new life is a very interesting and adventurous one and I welcome this with such open arms!!! Like the Calvin & Hobbs last cartoon panel, they are swooshing down a snowy hill on a toboggan shouting ” It’s a magical world ..ole buddy .. let’s go exploring” (or words to that effect) !!!
So I purchased some take-away delicious won-ton soup from Dakota Cafe and began my drive back to town .. and decided to stop in at the Swan Lake Sanctuary .. it’s been a long time since I’d last visited.
Quite a change. Ducklings nearly grown. Don’t see any Canada Geese. Walked along the lush grassy paths .. breathing in the rich oxygenated air .. luxuriating in the feeling of peace and quite as I made my way towards the nesting areas.
Feeling a little nostalgic as I made my way to nesting areas …. seeing, in my mind’s eye, the proud families of goslings and ducklings. The parents guarding their precious little ones … .guiding them towards living in this world.
Now the muddy shores are empty .. the waters have receded. Nature is proceeding along in its normal way.
I’m so thankful that I was able to view part of this natural world as it unfolded, during the spring.
A splash of bright yellow caught my eye and I saw a lovely songbird, perching on some marsh grasses, pecking away at the seeds. My camera wasn’t able to take a clear photo .. but I remember now how lovely that scene was. It cheered me up a lot … I’d heard these birds singing and had given up seeing one .. so now I was happy. I’ll look in my bird books later on, for the exact type of bird that I saw.
After an hour, time to get going .. and so I shop for some veggies and make my way home.
Finally .. outfitted in my gardening clothes, I go to the backyard and attacked the long long grass that has been wafting in the breeze! Nice .. now I can see the yard better and also see the many plants that wait patiently for me to plant them.
Well … I have another flying lesson in a few hours .. so I’ll be back here, working away on another temporary raised bed. Filling colourful pottery pots with soil, filling them with lettuce.
sigh … on with this day!