On an already peaceful spring morning, with the air crisp and the water still, a hot air balloon floats slowly into view. It is completely silent. It's movement effortless. For 10 minutes as it gently tracks across the sky, hovering in plane with the lake, I notice a calm within me that begs to be understood. When it disappears beyond the trees the calm is gone.
It was only after the balloon left my sight, that I understood why it had brought such peace: the balloon ran with the wind, both in direction and speed. Sometimes we fight to power ourselves against the grain. But when we align ourselves with something meant to be, it is understood as peace in our hearts, before our minds can figure a reason.
