Week 32, climb and fly a paper plane
This week Chris asked us to find a nice tall place and check in with our inner child and release a paper plane
What a lovely excuse to climb a hill. This week’s experiment was to find a nice tall place to fly a paper plane. The one thing I love about these ‘simpler’ weeks like the climb a tree week is it always brings me closer to my B. He asks me what are you doing for your blog this week and I tell him – he then says ok what do you need to do to make it happen and then we do it. So at the end of July on a cloudy downcast Sunday we had this conversation over lunch and then he said there is only one place for it… Moel Uchaf stone circle. It lies in waiting like a slumbering half submerged dragon high above our village and is considered to date back to the Bronze Age. We go up at least once a year to blast away the cobwebs and it a favourite for visitors on both the solstices. It always fills me with wonder and has a weird vibe and it’s close to the infamous Welsh Roswell incident of 1974 but I digress… I’m not in work now! So, that afternoon as B took himself off for little siesta I made my plane and decided to decorate it with words of some things that were bothering me, as I imagined releasing the plane and with it the matters niggling me. There was a time following a painful breakup I was so desperate to get rid of some mental baggage and guilt I collected some rocks and wrote the negative things and people I was carrying around with me on each of the stones. I carried them in my rucksack to a lake high above the town where I then lived and threw them into the lake one by one with as much strength as I could muster severing all ties with the negativity, it sure did help so I was hoping to do the same with the aeroplane.
Later on in the afternoon, I grabbed a flask, some snacks, some wellies and Ted and we headed up the steep hill in the pickup- it’s quite a climb so we cheated by driving half way, until the road turns into a track and the only thing around is peace and a few inquisitive sheep. We made our way to the circle. In my mind’s eye I imagined us as though in a film, to the soundtrack of ‘Learning to Fly’ by Tom Petty launching our planes in a perfect arc to watch them descend gracefully in slo-mo down the hill. What actually happened it B’s flew a way down the hill in a ‘not bad at all’ effort, and then cue the tape being stopped abruptly, mine nosedived immediately into a nearby mound of sheep poo. I sighed to myself. Why are boys’ better throwers..? One of life’s little mysteries. As we huddled together nursing our coffee inside the circle and enjoyed the amazing 360 degree view I felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over me as I contemplated my imperfect life with my imperfect little family, my imperfect aeroplane launching skills and my near perfect pooch . Life feels pretty imperfectly good right now. HAPPY WEEKEND WAKE UPPERS X