It came to me like a lightning bolt. I was in the Santa Monica Mountains with my friend Bob after making our way out onto a knoll on “my” Boney Mountain. The ocean smell was intoxicating as it rode in on the insistent roaring wind blowing up from the Pacific Ocean. He picked me up and held me over his head, yelling to me through the noise of the strong ocean wind, “Now fly!”
At first every part of me was screaming, “Put me down! You’re going to drop me! I’ll get hurt!”
But, then, something struck me like a lightening bolt from — well, from somewhere — “Just do it!” I stuck out my arms, straightened my legs and just let go.
I was flying! It felt as though the wind had just picked me up — right out of his arms! The sun was still going down, that aromatic fragrance of the Chaparral was still incredibly exhilarating . . . but — I was flying!
I trusted. I surrendered. I gave up control. And . . . I was flying!
Throughout my life I have remembered that moment in time — when I consciously let go and trusted. I could clearly see — that day over 40 years ago — when I let go, I truly could fly. It just took trust and being willing to surrender to what might come.