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SKYDIVING! Make your dreams come true. When I was growing up, my dad had an airplane. We'd go out to France Field and I would watch longingly as my dad's friends all got into an airplane, took off in to the air and jumped out of the airplane. There was a longing in my heart for many years. Finally, the time was right for me to jump! Sunday, Sept. 4, 2005. I waited 44 years for this! And when I was walking over to the hangar, I found a feather. Ah. The Ancients are smiling. They get a good chuckle at the things we mere mortals do for fun.

13,500 feet above Mother Earth and the clouds. My instructor, Paul, asks if I'm ready to go. You bet! What a gorgeous day!

We tumbled out and did a couple of revolutions (head over toes) Falling at about 120 miles per hour.

It's a good thing I'd been practicing breathing & relaxing for 48 years. All Chakras wide open!

I got an Eagle's eye-view of Orange County, Virginia and Laka Anna. We were freefalling for about a minute.

How do you tell a happy motorcycle rider? By the bugs in his teeth. No bugs up here. But the wind sure whooshes by fast. It might have been a little chilly, but somehow I didn't notice.

It's a bird - it's a plane - it's a flying Shaman! Superman has his Kryptonite. Manin has her Moldavite. Rock on, Shamama!

Paul pulled the chute open and the harness yanked us up. Gave me a good goose too! Ha! Is that a look of surprise? We glided on the wind currents for a bit. Instructor Paul was really cool. I said I was ready for some alternative views. So we did some wide circles and had a nice chat about the view and flying airplanes.

Coming in for a landing. Seven minutes goes by entirely too fast. I'm going to have to do this again.

Dennis, the camera man, is doing a great job, isn't he? Wait until you see the video!

Gee, all that padding on my rear end and I didn't even have to use it. It's kind of hard to tandem-walk and we got a good laugh. Now this is the way to celebrate Labor Day! Aho. Credits:        Flight Instructor extraordinaire: Paul Collins         Videographer & Photographer extraorindaire: Dennis Rucker Where did I have this marvelous adventure? At Skydive Orange in Orange, Virginia!

Lyrics from Drops of Jupiter Now that she's back in the atmosphere With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey She acts like summer and walks like rain Reminds me that there's time to change, hey, hey Since the return from her stay on the moon She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey Tell me did you sail across the sun Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded And that heaven is overrated Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star One without a permanent scar And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there Now that she's back from that soul vacation Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo Reminds me that there's room to grow, hey, hey Now that she's back in the atmosphere I'm afraid that she might think of me as plain ol' Jane Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day And head back to the Milky Way And tell me, did Venus blow your mind Was it everything you wanted to find And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know you're wrong Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day And head back toward the Milky Way