Down the Rabbit Hole

The Faith in our Skies & Those Early Spring Markets

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Day 3048--March 25, 2024
Prompt: Five Senses and Spring
Describe something(s) you experience with each of your senses every spring, and/or write about what an ideal spring day could be like.

Here in the Northeast, it should be Spring. The last week weeks have been cold and blustery. We did experience a uncharacteristic week of very Spring-like weather around the last week in Feb. I'll have to draw inspiration from that time while I wait for the season to catch up a bit!

Sight - Spring brings the most beautiful blue skies. Its a bright, cerulean expanse punctuated by fluffy looking tufts of white clouds. We see troops of fat, red-breasted robins crisscrossing the yard or digging for worms between the new green shoots of daffodils and lilies just emerging from the winter's slumber.

Taste - Spring tastes like the those first of the season farmers markets, crisp lettuces and early onions. It tastes like those first few meals grilled outside after the cold weather fare of stews and roasts.

Touch - I love sitting on the deck, and tilting by face into the warm rays of Spring sunshine. You can feel its heated fingers reaching out across the boards and pooling at your bare feet.

Smell - There is definitely a smell to Spring. There is a new sweetness to the air, a composition of new buds and fledgling plants. Spring smells like fresh grass and you eagerly throw open the window welcome the scents in.

I'm a child of Fall but Spring comes in as a not too distant 2nd favorite. Spring in New England always seems like a celebration of life after a long, hard Winter.



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Day 3452: March 25, 2024
Prompt: “The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.”
J.M. Barrie, The Little White Bird

To have faith is to have wings, is such lofty phrasing. I would also argue that we can fly which, especially in my case, requires great faith.
I work in the private aviation sector. Each time I have exhausted all other travel methods and have to resolve to fly, I find myself leaning on prayers and promises to God until I am back on the ground again. I am not a comfortable flyer. I see what the aircraft look like in their various states of repair. I know first hand how the airplanes are a collection of man-made bolts, slabs of metal and technological wonders but nothing at all divine, nothing sanctioned by heavens. They are machines, amazing and capable machines that we use to soar like birds.

I know people who live to fly. I have clients who even describe it as being "close to God and Heaven itself". I respect their passion. I respect their faith in the machine and in the ability of the pilots who fly them. I just do not share their enthusiasm. I can appreciate how far aircraft have come, I can marvel at the human ingenuity and the craftsmanship. I prefer to stay grounded. I think we only have so many prayers in this life we can make and I fear I could use them all up if I am called to fly too often!





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