Takeoffs.Landings.
I see planes over my head everyday. I see them takeoff, and I see them land. I rarely hear of planes crashing or falling from the sky for unknown reasons. They, everyone, anyone really, say that flying is still the safest form of travel. Thousands, probably millions of people fly everyday. People come and they go. Business, pleasure and everything in between takes the average person from one part of the world to another. I’m one of those average people, I fly a lot. Mostly pleasure, sometimes business, occasionally both. I lived in Hawaii for four years and the fastest way to and from is via air travel. I’ve been to New York twice, Chicago, San Francisco, Salt Lake City a half a dozen times. I flew to Mexico three summers ago, and just recently completed a trip to Peru. I remphasize, I fly a lot. Do I like it….flying….hell no!
This past summer is when the anxiety began to occur between takeoff and landing of any trip that I made on an airplane. I can’t explain it, I can’t pretend to understand it. The plane goes up, and while everyone else around me is snoozing, or enjoying their complementary beverage, I am in my chair, hands gripped tight around the arm rests, heart beating fast, praying. It’s the worst kind of discomfort, and I can say this because I’m girl and discomfort is part of life. The slightest bump or shake, sends me into complete panic mode. Now that I live in Las Vegas, it’s even worse. Flying in and out of here is like trying to hold an umbrella steady on the most windy day ever. No lie!
Why do I have such a phobia of the “friendly” skies? I wish I could say.
This last time on the plane, I was flying to Salt Lake City, one way, from Las Vegas, not a long flight at all, yeah right. Bumpy as all hell, thought my time had come. There was a very nice lady, calmly sitting next to me, eating a salad of some sort. I proceeded to envade her travel time. Made small talk, very politlely asked if she wouldn’t mind talking with me to distract me from the present circumstance. She was nice and she agreed. Her name is Sam, she lives in Ashville, North Carolina, and she specializes in EVOX Biofeedback Emotional Healing. I had never heard of anything she was explaining to me, but she gave me her card so I have yet to google it. Anyway, very nice lady, who said something to me on that plane that I hope never to forget, “it’s all about fealing safe,” she said, “feeling safe within yourself and with everything around you.” It was the most profound thing anyone could have said to me at that moment. The feeling of safety is what I lack while 34, 000 feet in the air. I’ll have to find it somewhere, probably while in the air, flying.
If I ever meet Sam again, I’d thank her for giving me something else to think about between takeoff and landing.
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~ by rach on August 16, 2009.
Posted in Life, Places
Tags: BioEnergetic Assessment, EVOX, fear, flying, las vegas, planes, Temple Guardian, travel
Oh Miss Toyer, rest assured that you’re not the only one that has anxiety like that about those kinds of things. I’m the same way with other things, even though I know my fears are irrational. While I haven’t conquered my own fears completely, I always find comfort in prayer. That and trying to allow your rational mind to take over. I try telling myself that it’s never happened to me before, so why now? You’re strong and I know you can conquer this one- just allow yourself some time.