Notes to the Sky

[Michele 1]

I am waiting, plodding through my week like an automaton. I am not alive yet. I feel little of the joy I know to be there, I realize little of the accomplishments I know will be. I hope, knowing that soon, I will reach the heights my mind soars to, each time I close my eyes. But it won't be soon enough. I could be jumping right now, and it wouldn't be soon enough. And every second is an hour, every hour a century, every day an eternity. But in the sky - oh, in the sky!
To go from the noise to the silence, that abrupt passage, that contrast. From one extreme to the other, from safety to freedom. For those few seconds, I am free. I am free of the critics, the judgments, the pressure of my daily life. For those few heartbeats, there in the sky, I am engulfed in the immediacy of now. I can go nowhere but where I am at that moment. I can see nothing but the sky, the beauty, the immensity of the world. For that brief moment, I am who I long to be. I am free, I am flying, I am in my dreams.
And then to float. To float over the ground, to fly free and to dance in the sky, these are the images imprinted in my memory. And I want new memories, more memories, to sustain me when I cannot be there. To be nearer the sun, the moon, the clouds. To hover over the earth, seeing things so differently, the same things I see everyday but now are new, to know things so intimately. To float. Directing myself in the summer day, touching the sky, in the sky, playing in the sky, knowing what birds know, drifting on the breeze. Finding my space, my spot; finding myself.
For those few minutes in the sky, I am not the daily me. I am more than I had been before, and not nearly as much as I will become. I sense my potential, my capability, my future self. I can see me like I have never before. In the sky, I believe in myself, in my fellow man, in my world. I believe like I can't believe on the ground, earthbound, in my home, safe. I have been safe before. I have never been this free before.
Here's hoping that your weekend is filled with jumps and friendship.
Ciel bleu-
Michele

[Viking 0]

WOW that shit was deep!!!!! thanx girl i needed that. and once again go get yourself a damn book deal or somthing you can make alot of jump tickets with the way you can discribe things!!!!
oh ya see ya at Parris on Saturday Remember when Sex was safe and skydiving was Dangerous?

[nimbus 0]

and here's to everyone's not-our-daily-selves... although don't forget the freedom you can find just inside your mind as well...
beautiful skies and safe jumps to all,
Larissa

[DZBone 0]

Just be careful that your notes don't get misinterpreted.

[freeflir29 0]

What was that I said about people from California?
"I used to know a girl...She had two pirced nipples and a black tattoo"-Everclear
Clay

[Iflyme 0]

Jessica, hire that Michele as a staff writer! She's gooooddd!!!!

[Zennie 0]

Hey Michele, ya got prose down. I think you need to try your hand at haiku!
Ride to altitude.
Gazing at the ground below.
We'll meet again soon!
Lame but I'm drunk & it's the best I could come up with in a pinch.
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Blue Skies!
Zennie

[Michele 1]

Let's see.
Longing in my blood
And sky dreams dance in my head
Where's my parachute?
I'm not sober either, and I don't know the rules to haiku except 5/7/5. Isn't there something else to do, too?
ciels-
me

[Zennie 0]

5/7/5 and the last phrase should sort of sum up the moment.
Yours is a heckuva lot better than mine.
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Blue Skies!
Zennie

[Jessica 0]

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Jessica, hire that Michele as a staff writer! She's gooooddd!!!!

If it were up to me...

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