#WednesdayWisdom: Looking up

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I don’t see any birds today. The sky is heavy and dark and foreboding, so maybe they’re prepared, hunkering down.

Sheltering in place.

It looks like it will rain any minute.

We can’t control what’s above us, really. The planet will do what the planet will do.

And we can’t control what’s ahead of us, really. The future will do what the future will do.

But we can look up. We can take in the smooth underbelly of the clouds, pushing through in undulating grays, and see the bright stripes of gold between.

We can look to the horizon, a watercolor swipe of colors too intertwined to separate, sliding into that curved mantle above.

And we can look to the birds, who know when to stay put.

Take a second today to look up, and just see what you see. Have a great Wednesday.


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2 thoughts on “#WednesdayWisdom: Looking up

  1. There is so much time to look at sky and birds and clouds. I find I love sunny days. We have had many of those recently, but grey skies get me down. After a year of living in England I knew I was destined to live in a land of blue sky and was so glad to be back home in Australia. I remember a colleague in England looking at a grey Autumn sky and saying how she loved that time of year so I will have to look at the merits of a grey day and reprogram my brain. Rain I can understand. We need it to make the plants grow but grey sky – not for me.

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    • I get it. We get both here in Chicago, though lately a lot of gray. But even when it’s freezing in January, we can have crystal blue skies.

      England is a lovely place, but so very, very different from Australia, which even now has that hint of the wild about it (though I’ve never been. Some day, I hope.)

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