I have never been in a hot air balloon before yesterday. The
real deal. Huge balloon, tiny basket where three of us barely fit (pilot, my
husband and I). We watched as they fired up the canopy. It took three men all
working constantly to ready the balloon. The balloon is huge. We lifted gently off the ground. The only
sounds are the wind and the fire jets of heat intermittently sent into the
balloon to keep us afloat.
There is no steering device, so you go where the wind takes
you. Yesterday was not a windy day, hence part of my story.
The two men who didn’t join us on the flight drove a “chase
car” and were in communication via walky-talky with our pilot so they always knew
where we were. Truthfully the balloon is so large and bright green I’m not sure
they could have missed us.
We got to about 10,000 feet. It was incredible. The flight
is worth blogging about but truly isn’t my point.
My point is in thinking about how we perceive our world.
With little wind we really didn’t travel a huge distance. The area we covered was
well known to us. My husband would gesture to a restaurant we love to frequent.
He’d show me a road and remind me that we take that path to a nearby town. He
helped keeping me aware of the landmarks. I was lost.
Here was the area I have driven for four years. I know these
roads. I know the ways of getting from one place to another. I know the
landmarks. NO. Not true.
From the air the appearance of the landscape I thought I
knew was totally different.
It gave me thought. Here was an area I know well. But when
the perspective was changed so was my connection. I was lost.
My husband touched my arm, “Honey, there’s Radicondoli.”
Of course I thought. Of course it is. But, it’s not the
Radicondoli I know.
So, what do we know. We sit at our computers happily typing
away. We create people who live with us for many months. But here was a space I
thought I knew. Yet I did not.
Coming from the sky changed my image. It has forced me to
think of perception and of attitude. We see things as we choose. But there are
moments when we realize that a new experience creates a fully different
perspective. Looking at what I thought knew from so many feet above taught me I
really don’t know. As with our writing, we are comfortable with our habits.
Yet, as they are changed we discover we have new possibilities.
4 comments:
I'm glad that you had a great time and returned to earth safely.
It was wonderful! But, as I was saying, the perspective on an area I thought I knew was totally different. It made me think about writing in a new way.
Great post, Cassy. I would love to go up in a balloon. Although I think I would be nervous. :) When I fly, I love to sit by the window, and I always notice how strange areas look that should be familiar. Even approaching an airport I've found myself thinking where the heck is the runway. It should be obvious from here.
This makes me think about POV, how different characters might look at the same situation from different "distances" and see a completely different situation. Perspective is an interesting thing.
Anita: I think you are right. First, it wasn't scary at all. Everyone was great and it was an easy process. BUT, the big point was that everything looked so different. The perspective changed. We at one point nearly touched the tree tops- on purpose- and my sense of connection to the ground changed. It was great.
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