Sky

BLUE SKYING

Several years ago, when Delycia was sharing some suggestions about placement of our new patio furniture, she said I shouldn’t take her too seriously, because she was just “blue skying”. When I asked her to explain, she said when there’s a blue sky, she likes to think that airplane pilots feel more free to follow their whims and wander wherever they wish, just like she was letting her thoughts do. When you “blue sky”, she said, you sort of think – and live – without laws, at least for a while. As I’ve thought about it since then, it seems a good way to live – to sometimes let your life lift off the runway and be on the loose, like a plane in a sunny sky. Thoughts, especially, should be sometimes set free to veer and swerve and stray in this direction or that, as Delycia was doing so delightfully. In a way, life brings “blue skies” to me constantly, if only I could notice. Most of the limitations I live by are built by my own beliefs, and once I see this, the sky of my life can clear and I can chart my own course. In a sky or life that’s blue, the clouds are gone and I can dare to be brave, both with ideas for patio furniture and directions for my life.   

Here’s a wondrous sky we saw this morning on our shoreline walk in Noank (CT). Under a sky like this, a person could easily do ‘blue skying’ for hours.   

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BRIGHTNESS AND BIGNESS

(Andy H., 70, Blessings, Ct)
 
One day
Andy saw how big he actually was,
and how brightly he shined,
as if his life flowed 
among the limitless stars.
He started to shout, 
because he somehow knew 
he shared this brightness and bigness 
with everything.
Even his smallest thought 
was enormous, he knew, 
and even the smallest passing scene
was colossal
and called out to him 
in its simple, immeasurable flawlessness. 
Instantly, he helped a small word 
find a place in a poem, 
and the word was as wonderful
as the sky.