I cameacross this term recently, and it gave me quite a jolt, because I have beenthinking of the exact same thing for many years now…what with the many manyworried parents, concerned spouses, over protective friends and families andmany many clueless adults…
When was itexactly that being in the outdoors became so strange for us?
When was itexactly that sunshine began to be equated only with getting sunburnt?
When was itexactly that all of us humans collectively began to think we are in control?
My most specialmemories of childhood are walking through jungles and climbing mountains,
Of carefullysidestepping wildflowers on a hillside and splashing in mountain springs.
Of sittingcompletely still in the forest for hours just to watch the final touches beinggiven to a nest, of having a parched throat and aching limbs and yet beingcompletely content with mud on my face. Of being able to hug a tree and feel ithug back…
I havealways been able to feel a forest, sense the rhythm of the sea, to tune in tothat part of me that is one with it all…so blessed is our human race that wecan choose to experience this majestic and gentle beauty of nature around us.
All my life,I could draw strength and inspiration from nature, I can surely say that mostof my education came from there…for this I will be eternally grateful to mydad.
When I seelost souls immersed in electronic gizmos on the top of mountains, or throwplastic bottles into a valley, or noisily listen to inane music by a tree, orare so consumed by their own thoughtsthat they fail to see the purple sunset, I wonder how mother nature can standus.
By being sototally disconnected and far far away from anything rugged, pure and natural,aren’t we robbing ourselves away from what is essentially us?
We need toget out, get hurt, get sunburnt, get wet, get muddy, get terrible tired, getclimbing, swimming, flying, whatever it is…but get out there…where we are awayfrom the city and all the mechanics that go with it…dare ourselves to be withourselves…and the elements…and watch silently as the magic of it hits us…mothernature might be so loving and so ruthless…but ultimately she is a teacher…andhas patience with it.
i can neverforget what my dad used to tell me, before climbing take permission from themountain…not that the mountain with a gruff voice was going to yell a big ‘NO’to me…
but to feel thehumility in front of it…to never forget to be thankful for this enormoustreasure that is all around us, and that we never really see
everythingthat is solid and good in us is because we are a part of Nature…and the lessonswe can learn from her I guarantee can help us get a deeper understanding intoour lives and what we are about…
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We would take you on the dusty roads of a small village, where the wide grins of children will greet you and the fields full of the sweet smell of hay and bells on cows will accompany you. We would introduce you to our friends - our paragliders. The crisp bright colored fabric swaying to the wind inviting you to the skies! And then after a couple of sessions of ground handling we would send you out to the skies to fly.
Flying is about lifting your spirits and stirring your heart. The one reason is to explore your own self and the wonders of nature. When our friends talk about paragliding, they also talk about life, about friendships and joy, about sunsets and dust devils, about the wind and the beauty. They leave behind them the competitive world of deadlines, economy and worries.
We don't paraglide to get somewhere or become somebody;
flying helps us see the meaning of life, to taste the joy of every single moment. To have our destiny in our own hands and be free!
Temple Pilots welcomes you to aspire to this kind of flight.
Dare to be different, independent, self-reliant, alone.
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