The Journey

Plunging, falling, faster and faster. I spread out to slow the acceleration, but it doesn’t do any good. The ground grows closer and closer, faster and faster. I brace myself, shut out the world, hold my breath. And it’s over. Mental check- everything still in tact, no pain, full movement. Wow, I really thought that would hurt.

The cacophony sounds far away. I turn my attention to it- and it’s right in my face. Must remember not to be so self-absorbed. I turn and take in the situation. I’m completely surrounded by others, a rally or convention of some sort. They push me, suspend me, drive me forward. Forward- we’re moving fast, faster than I thought. I observe some sort of frenzy. I want to stop and watch, but can’t slow down, there’s too much pressure. Then it’s behind me and we roll on.

It’s loud, and getting louder. Everyone around me seems anxious, excited, nervous, animated, agitated, energized. There’s yelling and jumping, laughing and diving. I notice a few others, timid like myself, obviously new to this process, and try to stick with them. Others look bored, perhaps weary from the mundane routine. I watch them closely. But most are high-energy and it worries me.

Falling, again. This time all of us, all at once, thrown over the edge, no choice, no alternative. A shorter fall, not as far, not as scary. Then the weight of the crowd, the momentum carrying me down, down. A pause, and I’m tugged along again.

The cacophony subsides; the mood is lighter, more tranquil. We flow effortlessly, simply. I relax and drown out the surroundings, trying to make sense of this journey. Why me? Why now? Why here? Hours drift by, days maybe. It’s very quiet. I resolve to accept the journey and the outcome. I’m safe and comfortable now, no use worrying what already transpired or what might happen next.

I feel lighter, more buoyant. There’s a strange aura around me. I drag myself out of my thoughts and into the world. There are more of us now, in every direction, and some that look different. I notice groups, mingling with each other, but I’m shy; I keep to myself and drift along above them.

Maybe I should join a group, maybe that’s the next step. I half-heartedly work my way down, but the sun is warm and I’m feeling so light and sleepy. Maybe in a little while. I doze and dream of flying.

When I awake I feel tingly all over. I search for the merging groups and spot them, far below me. Odd, how did they get so far—I glance around for an explanation but it’s just me. Where did they all go? The world is below me, and falling away, farther and farther. I don’t feel panicked, simply confused. I know I’m not dreaming, but it still feels like flying.

Rest. Peaceful, sincere rest. I realize I’ve made the journey, the complete cycle, and smile knowing the next time will be easier. I will be more excited, more aware, and less timid. I’ve learned to trust the journey, it will always carry me where I’m supposed to be.