Post by majestyjo on Jul 26, 2018 8:55:06 GMT -5
More Language Of Letting Go
See what feels right to you
“French Valley traffic, Cessna 80809 taking active runway one-eight for left crosswind departure. French Valley.”
I turned onto eighteen, pushed the throttle in, then held my breath as the little gold-and-white plane sped down the runway, then lifted off the ground. I pulled back on the yoke, lifting her gently, but not too gently. She needed to clear the trees, houses, and towers in front of me. But if I lifted her nose too fast, too high, we’d lose speed and go into a stall.
There was a lot to think about, trying to do this right.
We began to ascend, just past five hundred feet, when the plane began hopping about in the air. It was just the wind, but it was those same hurdles of air, the lifting and the dropping and the being bounced around, that made me feel like we were going to suddenly fall out of the sky.
“You’ve got the controls,” I screamed at Rob.
“No, you’ve got the controls,” he said, placing his hands resolutely in his lap.
“Rob, I’m scared,” I said. “I feel really uncomfortable.”
“Then breathe.”
I couldn’t breathe, at least not the way he meant– consciously, breath in, breath out, calming myself down. Holding my breath was a habit, one I’d acquired early in my life. Holding my breath was how I responded to my fear.
I got the plane up to one thousand feet, then two thousand. I wasn’t comfortable, but I climbed to five thousand feet so we could do the maneuvers we had planned.
I tried to relax and breathe, but I still felt overwhelmed. I couldn’t relax.
Rob was fidgeting with something; I wasn’t sure what. I kept watching outside the plane for other traffic, then watching inside the plane at the gauges. I was about to give up trying when suddenly, Rob began sticking pieces of paper over each of the dials.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Teaching you to trust yourself,” he said. “Tell me when it feels like we’re going at sixty-five knots,” he sad.
Now, I had to relax. “About now,” I said.
He uncovered the dial. We were at sixty-five knots.
“Now, do a coordinated turn of thirty degrees– without checking the instrument panel,” he said. “Tell me when it feels right to you.”
I relaxed even more deeply, gently guiding the plane into a slow coordinated turn.
“Perfect,” he said, showing me the gauges.
“See,” he said, confidently. “You’re just scaring yourself by confusing yourself in your head, with all these dials and all you think you have to do to get it right. All you really need to do is relax and trust what feels right to you.”
Let go of fear and confusion. Stop overwhelming yourself with all you have to do, and trying to get it right. Get information. Read books. Get help. Then relax. You know more than you think.
You’ll know when you’re getting ti right.
Trust what feels right to you.
God, help me learn to let go of my fears and trust when it feels right to me.
See what feels right to you
“French Valley traffic, Cessna 80809 taking active runway one-eight for left crosswind departure. French Valley.”
I turned onto eighteen, pushed the throttle in, then held my breath as the little gold-and-white plane sped down the runway, then lifted off the ground. I pulled back on the yoke, lifting her gently, but not too gently. She needed to clear the trees, houses, and towers in front of me. But if I lifted her nose too fast, too high, we’d lose speed and go into a stall.
There was a lot to think about, trying to do this right.
We began to ascend, just past five hundred feet, when the plane began hopping about in the air. It was just the wind, but it was those same hurdles of air, the lifting and the dropping and the being bounced around, that made me feel like we were going to suddenly fall out of the sky.
“You’ve got the controls,” I screamed at Rob.
“No, you’ve got the controls,” he said, placing his hands resolutely in his lap.
“Rob, I’m scared,” I said. “I feel really uncomfortable.”
“Then breathe.”
I couldn’t breathe, at least not the way he meant– consciously, breath in, breath out, calming myself down. Holding my breath was a habit, one I’d acquired early in my life. Holding my breath was how I responded to my fear.
I got the plane up to one thousand feet, then two thousand. I wasn’t comfortable, but I climbed to five thousand feet so we could do the maneuvers we had planned.
I tried to relax and breathe, but I still felt overwhelmed. I couldn’t relax.
Rob was fidgeting with something; I wasn’t sure what. I kept watching outside the plane for other traffic, then watching inside the plane at the gauges. I was about to give up trying when suddenly, Rob began sticking pieces of paper over each of the dials.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Teaching you to trust yourself,” he said. “Tell me when it feels like we’re going at sixty-five knots,” he sad.
Now, I had to relax. “About now,” I said.
He uncovered the dial. We were at sixty-five knots.
“Now, do a coordinated turn of thirty degrees– without checking the instrument panel,” he said. “Tell me when it feels right to you.”
I relaxed even more deeply, gently guiding the plane into a slow coordinated turn.
“Perfect,” he said, showing me the gauges.
“See,” he said, confidently. “You’re just scaring yourself by confusing yourself in your head, with all these dials and all you think you have to do to get it right. All you really need to do is relax and trust what feels right to you.”
Let go of fear and confusion. Stop overwhelming yourself with all you have to do, and trying to get it right. Get information. Read books. Get help. Then relax. You know more than you think.
You’ll know when you’re getting ti right.
Trust what feels right to you.
God, help me learn to let go of my fears and trust when it feels right to me.
. I will be back looking for Lin and others.