So, after that amazing crisis of confidence I sucked it up, packed, boarded the plane and headed to Calgary. Magical flight - dancing in cloud city, levelling out above the rain clouds with blue sky above and rippling white below. Stunning. West of Iceland I decided to spend some time enjoying the moment and absorbed myself with the panorama. I could see a line of what I thought was cirrus but could have been another jet's trail across from us. Then we cruised through our own little line of cirrus and as I looked across at the wide open sky I thought I saw another aircraft flying parallel with us about 20 miles away. I blinked a couple of times to see if it was still there. It was. But I couldn't see any wings. I tilted my head but still it remained oblong. Engines? I'm not sure. It was gradually flying away from us - it felt as though we were overtaking it gradually. I couldn't squint any further so I rested in the knowledge that it was probably another jet. But in the back of my mind I wondered... Maybe it was a UFO. Either way, I consider it a holy moment, reminding me that God is with me always - even up here in on my way to Calgary. With so many doubts racing in my mind this was a moment of peace.
However it didn't last. Well the spiritual peace lasted but my physical peace was disturbed by the onset of a headache around Greenland. This continued for the rest of the flight and was added to by a nasty stomach ache. Thus my arrival in Calgary wasn't quite as joyous as I thought it might be. In fact it was miserable. My heart did leap a little at the sight of Calgary but my stomach was in agony and so my reaction was toned down more out of self-preservation...
But I was in Calgary. I had made the trip.
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