I am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art!
I would actually love to fly. I think that that would be probably the most exhilarating feeling, and as close as you can get to true freedom.
Nothing will ever equal that moment of exhilaration which filled my whole being when I felt myself flying away from the earth. It was not mere pleasure; it was perfect bliss.
I want to ride in a cold air balloon. "This isn't going anywhere!"
The flight experience itself is incredible. It's addictive. It's transcendent. It is a view of the grand plan of all things that is simply unforgettable.
Over the years, I had nurtured the hope to be able to fly; to handle a machine as it rose higher and higher in the stratosphere was my dearest dream.
My parents were the only people to go to South Africa from Australia in a single engine plane... the two of them, no radio... you had to fly down low to see the street signs to know which city you were in... most people couldn't speak English.
I've got a dad who jumps out of an airplane.
Because love is the meeting point of truth and magic. Truth, as in photography; magic, as in ballooning.
People are fascinated about the world above them because it seems so out-of-reach. My jump gave them an opportunity to come along for the ride. They could watch live on their screens how someone rises all the way up into the stratosphere.
It's so graceful to be blown by the wind, to go where the wind takes you. Just drifting over beautiful rivers in a balloon is perfect.
Skydiving is something I've never done! And I am very excited to take the leap with a community of like-minded courageous women.
You half fancied that to go in as it was rising and dipping at the same time.
I understand the atmosphere better than I ever did before. You feel the thermals while paragliding. You are in the clouds. Chasing a storm puts you in front of the cloud, not a book. I hope to learn as I do these things.
There was even a recurrent idea in America about an education that would leave out history and the past, that should be a sort of equipment for aerial adventure, weighed down by none of the stowaways of inheritance or tradition.
Come up and be a kite, On a diamond flight!
I still love to fly and I'll never get over that.
