Three women are giving it their all to save the lives of lions in Africa. Check out this National Geographic article about women on the move in the wild. Are you ready to roar, too? Let’s talk about different missions, projects, community service that gets you going. https://medium.com/@garyknell/world-lion-day-meet-three-inspiring-women-working-to-save-lions-736bfac8cd4c?sf33008514=1#.nqtr441of
Oh the places you can go. How about trying a new locale off the beaten path…Sri Lanka. It’s beauty is waiting for you. Have you visited Sri Lanka? Tell us your experience. Are you eager to learn more before you visit. Tell us what interest you. http://www.nationalgeographic.com/travel/destinations/asia/sri-lanka/know-before-you-go-sri-lanka/?utm_source=Twitter&utm_medium=Social&utm_content=link_tw20160807travel-srilanka&utm_campaign=Content&sf32654247=1
You didn’t begin swimming at eight-years-old, or execute your first gymnastics vault at five. It takes years of practice and hard work to make the cut as an Olympian. You think without youth on your side there is simply no chance. Not true…you can become an Olympian at the ripe age of 50 or older. Check out these Olympians who are not youngsters, but who are still going for the GOLD! Imagine it…You, entering the stadium during opening ceremonies, your head held high…even if it’s full of grey hair. What an honor to be part of the chosen few. Your bones may not muster the 400 meter race, and you may not be quite agile enough for diving. There are still sports that are kinder to the more mature anatomy. What Olympic sport would you choose?
Why lounge on a lofty sundeck or drift on a floaty in a pool drinking a pina colada when you can board down a…VOLCANO! You heard correctly.There’s snowboarding and wakeboarding, but some folks have amped it up a whole other level. Check out these ten ways, NOT to chill while on your vacation. http://www.mensfitness.com/life/travel/10-death-defying-stunts-you-can-do-on-vacation/slide/7
Up above Fenton, Michigan some 8,000 feet in a hot air balloon, fifteen of my pals and our pilot could see as far as Ontario, Canada. It was a perfect June evening, the winds were calm, no precipitation, just a clear, bright day.
The splendor of the horizons below seemed majestic: vast farmlands, rivers glistening, and treetops where only those with wings and sharp claws could climb. Our pilot glided us so close we could actually touch the tops of the trees, and like a kid I was gleeful to do what I couldn’t without the aid of this flying contraption.
When we reached about 9,000 feet, internally I began to panic. My brain did an assessment. There was no ladder, no safety harness, no net to capture us should we fall, and no parachute. The sixteen of us were nestled tight in this basket, with a vinyl balloon a tank of propane…a nightmare ready to ignite. What was I thinking? I inhaled slowly, took several short breaths as I viewed our sister balloon some miles away, it too grazing the skyline, assuredly buoyant, determined to stay its course. I calmed and listened to conversations onboard, took selfies, and recorded videos.
I focused on the moment, the air tousling my hair, the warmth on my neck, the smiles and excitement of my fellow passengers. I took it all in, including when we safely landed in a seven-acre field owned by a neighboring couple, who were surprised, but delighted to see us. Jubilant chatter about the next ride began. “What about a sunrise tour?” someone asked. “Fall…that’s the best time,” another passenger offered. And like that I quickly put behind me the frightful thoughts of earlier. One month later, July 30,2016, the horrific hot air balloon that crashed in Texas taking the lives of the sixteen onboard brought the world, and all of us who experienced our flight to a chilling pause.
The text messages I received were instantaneous. All to some degree saying, “See what happened?! Don’t do that again.” “Girl, that’s why I would never get on a hot air balloon.” “Sheri, you were so lucccckkky.” The funny thing is, more people die in auto accidents and even in their sleep than death by hot air balloon. No one ever texts me to say, “See, that’s why I will never cruise on I-75 again,” or, “Forget about sleep, I may never wake up.” I get it though, ballooning is a thrill ride, an adventure dump, we really can’t avoid driving (at least not in Detroit) and certainly not sleeping. If you never get on a hot air balloon the chances are you will never die from one.
But, the euphoria. If a hot air ballon is not for you, or even hair raising things like sky diving, that’s ok. But, I hope that you are always open to that quake in your heart, that flutter on your skin, that rapture of your soul. I dream of a Fall air balloon flight one day. Maybe, not soon. When I do, I will pray that all goes well. What do you think? Are there any adventures that make you pause?
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