Morning Fog, Again:-)
Before I write more about Oshkosh Airventure 2006, I want to write a little bit about morning fog, I mean this morning's fog:
I woke up a little anxious. My pilot was supposed to be back to town last night. But I did not hear from him at all. I was wondering what happened, mostly just wanting to be sure he is safe. Maybe I should not even worry about that, but you know how women are:-), very sensitive. LOL. I myself travel a lot and know that airplanes always get delayed or broken or whatever just do not work... I guess I wished that my pilot would have called me, even just to let me know that he landed safely. But I understand that he must be very very tired after 14 hours flight and no much sleep. And he is not mindreader either:-).
So I took a little walk to the Ferry Building this morning and sat down right next the Ferry terminal with a latte and newspaper. It was foggy or I shall say cloudy, but I felt much less anxious somehow. The fog and view of the Bay make me calm which I am grateful. I thought about my pilot then and wondered where he is now, but I was much less anxious...
Life is funny. In the past 2 months or so, when I was in town, my pilot was gone. When he was in town, I was gone. Now we are both back (barely as I just got back the night before, him last night), yet he might have to leave again tomorrow to fly. Well, there is not much we can do, we both have a job and life before we met, and we have them both now. Although it would nice to make the schedule work better, we will have to give that to luck for now...
I am going to make the best of it whenever possible and whatever future holds. I know my pilot's passion and aspiration, I also know that he is trying to figure out a lot of things right now. The best I can do is to support him whichever way he likes... Over the long run and when looking back, this is just a short period of time of one's life, one never knows what will happen next, yet to support someone as he/she wishes to be supported is the best "gift" I can give to a friend, as a true friend... The important things for me right now are: be happy and at peace with oneself, have a good health, enjoy friends and family, enjoy life, live life with passion, be caring, trusting, patient and self confident, be grateful, and of course, smile and be cheerful... It is a beautiful world after all!
As for my pilot, I know he will "discover" himself. And he may need solitude and silence right now, just as he wrote in his book:
Emperio’s silence was his passion. He has come to the patient understanding that fate is not found unless the individual is willing to walk towards something unknown. Even the restlessness of a young man will never change some of its occurrences. The nomadic peoples understood Emperio Sabestyen’s solitude. They left him alone. Guzyalle understood him.
And just as it was described at the end of "The Steppe", I trust that my pilot will "find" himself. And I truly believe in him :
It is like a piece of music, how it becomes so passionate, strong, exciting: suddenly quiets, playing the simple beautiful tune with which the piece started and finally giving a feel of comprehensiveness by concluding with tones settling in your heart forever: a mortal man has discovered himself.
I woke up a little anxious. My pilot was supposed to be back to town last night. But I did not hear from him at all. I was wondering what happened, mostly just wanting to be sure he is safe. Maybe I should not even worry about that, but you know how women are:-), very sensitive. LOL. I myself travel a lot and know that airplanes always get delayed or broken or whatever just do not work... I guess I wished that my pilot would have called me, even just to let me know that he landed safely. But I understand that he must be very very tired after 14 hours flight and no much sleep. And he is not mindreader either:-).
So I took a little walk to the Ferry Building this morning and sat down right next the Ferry terminal with a latte and newspaper. It was foggy or I shall say cloudy, but I felt much less anxious somehow. The fog and view of the Bay make me calm which I am grateful. I thought about my pilot then and wondered where he is now, but I was much less anxious...
Life is funny. In the past 2 months or so, when I was in town, my pilot was gone. When he was in town, I was gone. Now we are both back (barely as I just got back the night before, him last night), yet he might have to leave again tomorrow to fly. Well, there is not much we can do, we both have a job and life before we met, and we have them both now. Although it would nice to make the schedule work better, we will have to give that to luck for now...
I am going to make the best of it whenever possible and whatever future holds. I know my pilot's passion and aspiration, I also know that he is trying to figure out a lot of things right now. The best I can do is to support him whichever way he likes... Over the long run and when looking back, this is just a short period of time of one's life, one never knows what will happen next, yet to support someone as he/she wishes to be supported is the best "gift" I can give to a friend, as a true friend... The important things for me right now are: be happy and at peace with oneself, have a good health, enjoy friends and family, enjoy life, live life with passion, be caring, trusting, patient and self confident, be grateful, and of course, smile and be cheerful... It is a beautiful world after all!
As for my pilot, I know he will "discover" himself. And he may need solitude and silence right now, just as he wrote in his book:
Emperio’s silence was his passion. He has come to the patient understanding that fate is not found unless the individual is willing to walk towards something unknown. Even the restlessness of a young man will never change some of its occurrences. The nomadic peoples understood Emperio Sabestyen’s solitude. They left him alone. Guzyalle understood him.
And just as it was described at the end of "The Steppe", I trust that my pilot will "find" himself. And I truly believe in him :
It is like a piece of music, how it becomes so passionate, strong, exciting: suddenly quiets, playing the simple beautiful tune with which the piece started and finally giving a feel of comprehensiveness by concluding with tones settling in your heart forever: a mortal man has discovered himself.
posted by Jane @ 11:43 AM
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