Sky
Days I wonder about the colors of the sky. How simple they seem to those who drive to endless jobs and focus on how to gain more money. I even begin to wonder about why they have the sense to rush to a location when all they are going to do is dread the next eight hours of a day. Even battle with their minds and hearts as the day carries forward.
And all I am doing is wondering about the changing colors of the sky. I don't listen to music on my way to work. I don't even rush to get to my location. I give myself enough time cruise into work and just absorb myself into the project or day at hand. At times I answer questions for coworkers and guests alike. And as I gather along the seconds ticking away, I realize my life just isn't going as hard core or worrisome as those who are around me.
I walk back to my car at the end of the night, fully aware of my surrounding and the ever growing violence in the world. And yet, I am still in awe of the sky and the colors given. It is these moments that I realize that I have really changed. Looking at life in a different way. Knowing that some bits are lost but for the best and others areas of life are vibrant.
In truth I see that I am not wandering but curious. Seeking what I have been longing for and not settling for the base cover of the experience. I suppose you could misunderstand what I mean but the explanation is that I breathe. I walk. Yet I do not presume that I am above anyone. I am staid. Still yet very much wildly spirited.
A calmed sense that the core of my spirit is exploring all that God has given me and not letting any one person decide that I am unworthy. As I sit here raking over the day's highlights I begin to unfold the joy in just being able to say I grasp my part in the world, in situations and pressures that involve my mind, heart and spirit. How many of those people rushing throughout the day can say that? How many actually sit and just breathe?
My question of the sky and the colors is just a basic curiosity. The thoughts are more of the opening of doors I didn't bother to seek a few years back. In those moments I do recall how insensitive and self absorbent I was. ( at times, these days, I can be both as well - still) And when a pessimistic view clamors over me I just recall the alterations that have been made, the adjustments I have chosen to listen to and I am capable of understanding the truth in being grateful of all aspects of life.
Sure the clouds, the colors of the sky or the weather can make a person rush to the next destination. They can even make a person become angry for changing drastically.
Yet as I sit here contemplating the beauty of a dark, cold night I am slowing down. Choosing to be cautious of what is blazing around me. Soaking in the breath of tightness and enjoying the peace that is found in a solo night.
Stars are bright and blue skies deepened to navy blacks. Indeed I am amazed at the beauty of the sky and grateful I got to see, feel the love of a day. Thank you.
And all I am doing is wondering about the changing colors of the sky. I don't listen to music on my way to work. I don't even rush to get to my location. I give myself enough time cruise into work and just absorb myself into the project or day at hand. At times I answer questions for coworkers and guests alike. And as I gather along the seconds ticking away, I realize my life just isn't going as hard core or worrisome as those who are around me.
I walk back to my car at the end of the night, fully aware of my surrounding and the ever growing violence in the world. And yet, I am still in awe of the sky and the colors given. It is these moments that I realize that I have really changed. Looking at life in a different way. Knowing that some bits are lost but for the best and others areas of life are vibrant.
In truth I see that I am not wandering but curious. Seeking what I have been longing for and not settling for the base cover of the experience. I suppose you could misunderstand what I mean but the explanation is that I breathe. I walk. Yet I do not presume that I am above anyone. I am staid. Still yet very much wildly spirited.
A calmed sense that the core of my spirit is exploring all that God has given me and not letting any one person decide that I am unworthy. As I sit here raking over the day's highlights I begin to unfold the joy in just being able to say I grasp my part in the world, in situations and pressures that involve my mind, heart and spirit. How many of those people rushing throughout the day can say that? How many actually sit and just breathe?
My question of the sky and the colors is just a basic curiosity. The thoughts are more of the opening of doors I didn't bother to seek a few years back. In those moments I do recall how insensitive and self absorbent I was. ( at times, these days, I can be both as well - still) And when a pessimistic view clamors over me I just recall the alterations that have been made, the adjustments I have chosen to listen to and I am capable of understanding the truth in being grateful of all aspects of life.
Sure the clouds, the colors of the sky or the weather can make a person rush to the next destination. They can even make a person become angry for changing drastically.
Yet as I sit here contemplating the beauty of a dark, cold night I am slowing down. Choosing to be cautious of what is blazing around me. Soaking in the breath of tightness and enjoying the peace that is found in a solo night.
Stars are bright and blue skies deepened to navy blacks. Indeed I am amazed at the beauty of the sky and grateful I got to see, feel the love of a day. Thank you.
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