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Changing winds

5/15/2018

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It was still dark and the air was crisp on my face as I headed out. It was my first time in Canowindra, enticed there by the annual International Hot Air Balloon race. I pulled my jacket more tightly around me; it was colder than I’d anticipated. The excitement was palpable as I joined the other early birds gathering around the showground in the barely awake morning.
 
Various groups were laying their balloons out on the ground and the race was on to get them inflated and ready to go. There are time limits and tasks to accomplish throughout the race so everyone was keen to be the first to fly. As morning broke and light filtered through the clouds, the balloons took on a life of their own, bursting into a kaleidoscope of colour.
 
I stood in wonder at the transformation of a flat piece of material into something truly majestic, but it was a painful process. Sometimes when it was half inflated it would flutter again to the ground like an exhausted dove and the whole process would begin again. Patience, perseverance and team effort and suddenly she was up, the beauty of her colours accentuated by the rising sun.
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The roar of the burners broke the morning silence. One by one the balloons lifted off and quickly became no more than a dot on the horizon.  In less than an hour, they were back to perform one of their tasks. Watching the balloonists skill as they navigated their balloon around the oval placing their markers in just the right place to win the most points, was fascinating. Guiding such huge objects around trees, posts and rooftops must be a challenge but it looked effortless.
 
After watching about a third of the balloons return, the rest went sailing by, high in the sky. An official told me that the wind had changed and the rest were unable to accomplish their task. I’d been so caught up in the wonder and intrigue of it all that I hadn’t thought about their dependence on the wind. They weren’t in control, the wind was.
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Few of us enjoy change; some of us fight actively against it, but change opens a door that we might never open, as I discovered one day in the back blocks of Paris.  My daughter and I had just arrived the night before and had planned a day sightseeing. Over breakfast my daughter was chatting to some other guests who’d been to some markets the day before. At the mention of markets, I saw my daughter’s eyes light up and watched her get even more animated when she discovered they were antique markets.
 
My heart sank, but to the markets we went. Filled to overflowing with French furniture, exquisite furnishings, painting, sketches and memorabilia, they were outstanding markets and beyond anything we could imagine back home. The morning passed quickly and as we exited the markets, chatting about all we’d do with the afternoon ahead, I was mugged.

​In one horrible moment I lost everything, my money, credit cards, even my bus ticket back to Oxford where I was staying. Suddenly, everything we’d planned, all those weeks of dreaming and anticipation felt swept away … in one inconceivable moment, everything changed.
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Reporting it to the French police, when neither of us spoke French, trying to cancel credit cards without my phone card and with only French speaking operators, and to be left with nothing more than the small amount of money my daughter had, left us feeling lost and alone.

Returning to the hotel for a much-needed cup of tea, I remember vividly saying to my daughter, “Well he’s taken everything but I refuse to let him rob us of the fun and enjoyment of this trip. We will find another way". And we did.
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We couldn’t afford transport so we walked everywhere and discovered the real Paris, beyond the tourist maps, beauty in the back blocks that we would otherwise have missed. We found good food in quaint and unlikely places and went home with spectacular memories. Those few days taught me a lot about myself, they gave me a whole new perspective on change and I became a much wiser traveller. 

  • Change challenges. I experienced things I would never have chosen for myself. It took me around corners I wouldn’t have turned, and forced me to explore the unknown and find its hidden benefits.  
 
  • Change exposes. It taught me a lot about myself. It showed me my capacity for handling trauma and how I react in an emergency. It forced me to be innovative and dig deep inside myself to find courage.
 
  • I view change through my lens. The mugging reminded me that the labels I put on experiences, ‘bad’, ‘tragic’, ‘horrific’, are my perspective. It’s only in hindsight that I saw how God turned it for good and that it enabled me to grow in faith.
 
Sometimes change comes as a strong wind that blows us off course, sometimes as a hurricane that turns our world upside down with searing pain or loss. But the haunting voice of change always calls us to have the courage to step out into the unknown in faith and find what we might never have chosen for ourselves. 
The greatest growth lies beyond change and how we handle that change reveals a great deal about who we are and who we can become.
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Peter Stanton
5/16/2018 01:44:59 am

Probably some of the most beautiful photos of Paris I've ever enjoyed...your words about change:so thought and action provoking...thank you again.

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Glenyss
6/6/2018 11:27:14 pm

Yes we certainly saw a beautiful side of Paris, away from the usual tourist sights - I don't regret a minute of it.

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jemima
6/6/2018 11:03:37 pm

this story helped me learn alot about things in life. just from 1 story. thank you grandma.

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Glenyss
6/6/2018 11:29:20 pm

I'm glad Jemima. God frequently turns the things we see as difficult into something beautiful and one day we can look back and see it was for our good. He is always there, even through the hard times.

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    ​I'm a mother and grandmother who loves  discovering beauty in unexpected places.

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