For my 11th birthday, I asked to fly in an airplane. It was 1968 and not a lot of people I knew had flown in one. It was a big deal.
Long before I was born, my father flew small crafts and was more than happy to oblige. We went to a little nearby airfield and I got to fly in a beautiful blue and white piper cub. Before take off, my father explained about turbulence. He said that planes frequently hit small air pockets and the plane will suddenly drop and it can be scary at first.
He added, people get frightened because they feel the sudden drop downward, but they don’t feel when the plane rises back up – and it always rises back up. My father told me to watch the altimeter and I’ll see how quickly the plane recovers. The trick is to not panic, trust the pilot, and enjoy the view.
My father’s advice has become an important metaphor in my life. The altimeter takes many forms: my health, my family, my business. I expect to hit air pockets from time to time and even to get a little scared by it. But, if I take a deep breath, I realize that I always rise back up. Sometimes more slowly than others, but up nonetheless, up I go.
Sometimes, those bumps in the road (or air) can cause panic, doubt, or fear. If you are having that sensation of falling and not rising, Spirit, the ultimate Pilot, has messages for you in the highest order of light and love. Allow me to help you connect with Spirit.
