i had started the day good (see posts below)
but something is still haywire inside me.
so i stepped outside.
pulled the trash around, pretty much head down
watchin' the ice and snow and veering around
things.
when i parked the trash cans, turned to walk
down the street, i looked up.
ohmygosh.
both my arms went up to the air and dropped
at my side.
totally a reaction.
i didn't think about it at all.
you know, in one of those 'i can't believe this
is here' motions.
wow.
i felt like i hadn't seen the sky in a million years.
it was gorgeous.
it was so gorgeous, that i started to cry as i walked
down the street.
terri, there is something wrong with you, i told myself.
i can't help it, i thought.
it's just so beautiful.
and i so needed it this morning.
what IS it about the sky???
it takes my soul and grabs it so tight sometimes, it
knocks the wind outta me. but in a good way.
and sometimes....some mornings.......that seems like the
only thing that will reach into the muddle.
it did this morning.
and my gosh, it felt good.
2 comments:
I get this, completely. When I'm in the middle of my ache, delirium, sadness, or confusion it brings comfort to realise that I can still drink in the sky. Immerse myself in its beautiful hugeness. That something is so much bigger than I am, or how I'm feeling. The sky is so vast and encompassing, it's no wonder you felt overwhelmed. I get like this all the time.
For me its the creaking of the trees that gets me...
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