As
I approached the Southern edge of the garden to collect Mint for tea,
I realized I hadn't yet taken in the sky. I looked up and was awed by
the pale blue expanse filled with high textured clouds. Each quarter
of the Sky seemed populated by a different pattern, some almost
imperceptible, some more defined. The resulting light rained down
like an airy ocean, blending blue with green as it enveloped the
trees.
As
the Sun rises in the East, Sky morphs in response, ever changing,
ever original.
I
am grateful for Sky, and it's ability to remind me that everything is
in a state of flux, and that each moment contains it's own fleeting
uniqueness.
Today,
I will be looking for signs of Sky in everything I experience,
standing up against the mythology of stagnation and recognizing the
beauty in impermanence.
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