A few weeks ago, I watched a skateboarder with his head buried in his phone sail off a curb. He began the frantic windmilling of arms and legs that accompanies such unbalancing. Eventually, and after a near collision with a parked car, he reached a certain embarrassed stability. His lack of focus and his momentum hinted that an inevitable event was about to take place. My observation and the feelings that went with it were the indescribable part! The best I can do is say that there was a stew of insane laughter mixed with a “told ya so” sanctimony and an “oh, my god” concern.

Sometimes, the inevitable/indescribable duo are just part of living. Growing up is one of them as is birth following pregnancy. But we also have experiences and events for which execution seems mandated by our DNA. At some point we will have them, for example, running a marathon, traveling to Antarctica, or owning our own home. The drive to do, be, or experience pushes us onward and, when it is accomplished, we discover that there are no words to describe it.

For years, one of my personal urges was to skydive. I wasn’t interested in hang gliding, bungee jumping, or zip lining. Nope. Just skydiving.

It was early in my 72nd year that I had the opportunity. I received an invitation to “Jump on My Birthday” from an acquaintance. Very calmly, I said yes. Didn’t think about fear, didn’t think about height, didn’t think about dying, didn’t think about my age. In essence, I did not think. And, that remained my demeanor for the entire experience: Do Not Think, Just Do.

I moved as if cushioned from everything worldly as though this were my mission and mine alone. Endless paperwork, gearing up, rolling down the runway–no thoughts, no feelings, nothing!

Inevitably, the moment came when we fell forward and down. Again, no thought — only sensation. Sensation of seeing green below us that was edged in frothy white. Sensation of speed but no speed. Sensation of cold. Sensation of increased visual acuity. Sensation of protection. Sensation of much wind past my ears. Wooosh! the chute opens.

At that moment, I began rocking in the “betweens” while I observed this universe, in silence. We drifted and I found tears coursing down my cheeks at the wonder of it all. The life of the land kicked in and woooof we were down.

My inevitable experience is quite indescribable, although … I seem to have been left with a mysterious sense of peace.

What’s your inevitable/indescribable? Did it meld your human and divine? Fabulous, no?