From my desk drawer I took this sheet
of white paper. It was immaculate, except for the word
SOAR
which appeared in the very
center. Very faint at first, then with stronger and stronger print.
Oh, well, I thought, I just
was not looking carefully enough at the beginning. This word must have been
there always.
I don't remember having made
the decision, but I folded it from the right hand upper corner to the
left edge and with my thumb nail I made the crease really really
sharp.
Then I took hold of the left
hand upper corner and brought it to the right edge, performing the
same „sharp crease“ exercise.
I did not seem to control my
hands. I did not will them to do this or that.
It was, as if they made this
paper aeroplane all by themselves..
When it was ready, much to
my amazement, the word „Soar“ appeared on both wings.
I got up and stepped onto
our balcony.
The sky was a crystal clear, blue.
The Mountain, seemingly just
beyond St. Joseph's steeple seemingly at the end of our back yard, still snow
covered and looking closer than ever before.
For a while I just looked at
this so beautiful, yet so familiar scene.
Then I took „Soar“ ( by
now it had adopted its own name ) firmly between thumb and fore
finger of my right hand and tested its weight against the brisk
morning air.
It felt as if it had a life
of its own and was eager to fly.
With a mighty heave I gave
it all the power I had in my arm and Soar truly soared.
It dipped and rose and
dipped again and I thought „rise“ some more and then sail
straight.
And it did: It rose and
then, for a while, it flew straight.
And I thought: „bank to
the left“ and, see there, as if following my command, it banked to
the left.
Just to test my power over
Soar I thought: „bank to the right“ and my paper plane banked to
the right and then flew straight some more.
Having become almost giddy
with power I thought: „Rise and make a full loop“
And it did!
It rose and when its nose
was perpendicular, it looped in the wonderful, brilliant, brisk, cool
air and when it had completed this „loop de loop“ it soared on
and for a moment it disappeared behind the steeple of St Joseph, only
to reappear on the other side.
I thought: „Hey, you
beautiful paper plane, called Soar, do a gentle bank to the left and
fly to the mountain.
Fly to the snow covered mountain.
Fly to the
mountain which still harbours Winter, although Spring has arrived in
the valleys.
Fly on your own and become independent of my thoughts.
Don't listen to me any more,
but become your own. Become true to your name: Soar and soar and land
atop the mountain, on a weeping snow field, right next to the tip of
a Snow Crocus, called: „Hesitate, but Hope“.
Be yourself and belong to no
one. Not even to me, who has folded you and controlled you for a
while, being almost ashamed now of this control.
If I ever find another blank
sheet of paper on which it says „Soar“ or maybe „Soar II“,
I promise to make you a twin
and let it land then on the wonderful mountain meadow, right amidst
the blue „Enzian“, the red „Erika“ and a little higher up,
maybe you will find an „Edelweis“
Right now, I had better get
up, shave, shower and dress, and take a sheet of paper from my desk,
out of which I might fashion a paper aeroplane.
Bertstravel
sometimes fantasizes
St. Joseph's Church, around which "SOAR" did his loop de loop.
behind, and in close up below, is the mountain, snow covered in
April. Still!
SOAR'S landing astrip.
Also called "The Petzen"
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