Today I feel like hopping onto a hot air balloon and flying up, up and away; through soft clouds against a blue, blue sky armed with the Harry Potter series for light reading and a flask of black tea for restful sipping as I sit back in a recliner (it’s a deluxe grade balloon), breathing in the chilly air. As you may have correctly surmised, I have never actually seen a hot air balloon. But it is of no consequence whether you have or have not when you are in the right temperament for imagining up just this kind of a break. When you feel like you’re lying down on soft, green grass looking up through the dappled shade of a gigantic tree, surrounded by this quiet, serene stillness. It comes to mind that having lived all my life in the desert, I have never actually done this but that feeling is so warm and familiar; from hazy, quiet mornings in my childhood watching the sun beams dance on the ceiling as the traffic hums along on the streets below. This quiet contentment that sneaks up on you and hugs you from the inside; you are taken so unawares that you could smile a thousand smiles. Sometimes you meet it when you’re flying in your deluxe hot air balloon and so many more times its when your little ones show you how to love, so simply and happily. And still more beautiful are those rare occasions when you pray Salah and are aware of Whom you are praying to and your heart just fills with the assurance that He is going to take care of you and everything will be alright.
And everything will be alright.