Take a trip in a hot air ballon


Flying in the Slow Lane

Maureen  Killoranto be horses, but who cared. For the duration
of our flight, nothing mattered, and that was
Dogs distrust hot air balloons. I gatheredperhaps the biggest lesson of the morning.
this tidbit as my husband and I floated overLetting go of anxiety. Letting go of fear.
the mountains in a wicker gondola, listeningLetting go of expectations. Letting go of
to the barking chorus that followed us eveneverything -- except the absolute pleasure of
3,000 feet into the air. The burner evokesquiet flight, confidence in the balloonist's
canine protest -- but we had no problems, ascompetence, and sensitivity to the beauty of
we drifted with the currents and contemplatedthat  is  our gift for living in these hills.
the silent fog in its morning retreat over
the  hills.Take a hot air balloon ride. Treat yourself
to a massage. Walk in the early morning dew.
Listen -really listen-- to the insects, the
birds. Smile at a cat you haven't met. Take
"Are those sheep?" my husband wondered,time for the slower things and Life will find
pointing to toy animals far below. "No," saida thousand ways to turn the blessing back to
our pilot placidly. "Cows." They turned outyou.



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