This month I had the joy of flying to visit friends. As the plane headed for Indianapolis we were enveloped in a snow storm. From 17A all of the wonders of being in the clouds of a snow storm were clear. There was nothing above, below or beside us that was not white. No blue sky, no crisscross patterns of farmed land below. Not even the soothing blink of the wing lights was visible.
Happily wrapped inside a massive aluminum can hurtling through this blank void, I was completely disoriented. It would be so easy to become lost. Horizontal, tipped, veering all would have been something relative. And in the swirl of solid white, the lady in 17A was thrilled to have a pilot in charge of the flight path.
As we landed, quietly and bumpless, onto the runway the gray pavement and the fence lines of the airport were just peeking through the white.
Each of us is essentially flying blind. We cannot see beyond the snow white, blank canvas of right now. We can plan and strategize and prepare and hope things go according to plan. But really, we don't control the plane or the weather. We can tip and tilt and get off center so easily because of our blindness.
It is also very comforting to note that we do not have to fly the plane. We can have a pilot who leads the way through the swirling mist of the storms securely onto pavement, inside the fences of safety.
So...
Are you your own pilot? Or are you ready for Someone else to take the controls?
Happily wrapped inside a massive aluminum can hurtling through this blank void, I was completely disoriented. It would be so easy to become lost. Horizontal, tipped, veering all would have been something relative. And in the swirl of solid white, the lady in 17A was thrilled to have a pilot in charge of the flight path.
As we landed, quietly and bumpless, onto the runway the gray pavement and the fence lines of the airport were just peeking through the white.
Each of us is essentially flying blind. We cannot see beyond the snow white, blank canvas of right now. We can plan and strategize and prepare and hope things go according to plan. But really, we don't control the plane or the weather. We can tip and tilt and get off center so easily because of our blindness.
It is also very comforting to note that we do not have to fly the plane. We can have a pilot who leads the way through the swirling mist of the storms securely onto pavement, inside the fences of safety.
So...
Are you your own pilot? Or are you ready for Someone else to take the controls?
