Ready for takeoff
I’m finally in the air, on my way to Bangkok. The plane was delayed about an hour because of the weather. They had to de-ice the wings before we could take off.
The treatment made the windows so smudged that it was impossible to see outside. But all of a sudden, I could feel the plane moving. Soon I felt my body press against the seat, and moments later the sound changed.
I realized we’d left the ground.
There have been other times when I’ve had a perfect view outside. I’ve clearly seen what looks like the plane starting to move, only to realize seconds later that it was an illusion. It was another plane rolling past. We were standing still.
Maybe that’s what happens when we get too tangled up in the outer and forget the inner. We’re busy watching how others go about their lives. Believing we’re advancing when we’re actually standing still.
What happens if we check in with our inner pilot a little more often? Any warning lights blinking? Do we have enough fuel to get us where we’re going?
Cross-check complete.
Ready for takeoff.