“The sky is always there for me as my life has been going
through many, many changes. When I look up at the sky, it gives me a nice
feeling, like looking at an old friend.” ~ Yoko Ono
Yoko gets it. This sky
you speak of? It is mine too. It is yours too, whomever you are taking in the
words of this blog. Some things in life we can rely on to remain. Sure as the
sun rises each day the enormous presence of the sky will stay.
When all else fails me,
when I have no idea what to expect, when the things I expect fail to follow
through I always look up. My eyes go up, my head falls back and my lungs
expand. One two three, like a process that has become like second nature to me.
This sky of mine, it is the one constant that I know gets me. It is my peace,
my hope, my push and my cure. It is the guardian of my memories and the keeper
of my secrets. The witness to my greatest joys and the silent companion during my
deepest sorrows. The one I look up to to remind me that it will all be ok.
Sometimes that “being ok” took far longer than expected, but the sky stayed
with me every day of the journey. It remained.
Every answer we need to
know can be found within the clouds. If only for allowing our mind to settle,
melt into the zone of a meditative state to open up our mind so that the
answers can fall into place. The answers are always up there in that big
expansive universe.
The sky casts no judgment
upon me, even though I have looked up and cursed it as much as I have thanked
it. It stays with me through it all. We are one of the same after all.
Sometimes a roller coaster of emotions, sometimes a soft steady whisper. Hot
and cold, calm and fierce, the sky gets me because it is me.
The sky is my friend just
as Yoko says. The sky lets me know it’s ok to release emotion, blow up like a
storm, roar like the thunder, be dark and stormy, brazen and careless, and
still it remains. I remain. I stay steady. I return. I can be shiny and gloomy,
calm or moody. I am an ever-changing wind and just like the weather, at times I
am unpredictable. It’s ok though. The sky gets me, the sky is me.
Through the pitter patter
of rain on my rooftop and the glare of sunshine through my sunroof, it follows
me everywhere, by my side this sky of mine. It doesn’t give up, it keeps on
keeping on because doing anything other than giving it all you got every day is
not an option. I like that inspiration. That’s gumption, bravery, and stamina
all in one. That’s me. Me, myself and the sky.
