March 2022 SOLC–Day 17
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Every day I look to the sky for small pleasures. Sights that bring me joy. Views that anchor me in the moment, while simultaneously transcending it. This morning already, there’s the opalesque glow of the moon, partially obscured by clouds, as it sets behind the barn. It’s transformed the dull grey of the barn roof to a soft, glowing pewter. Sky views buoy me:
A bisected sunrise punctuated by the silhouettes of rising tree branches.
The melancholy pull of migrating geese.
The drama of an intersection of clouds.
A solitary eagle in flight against a dawn drenched sky.
As I navigate through recent grief, I turn to the skies to leaven my days. to help me rise.
And every day, though my heart is heavy, and my feet remain firmly on the ground, I am lifted.