Last week I went on an adventure. Typically one would not describe their attendance at a wedding as such, but when one travels via plane to attend said wedding with a (almost) twenty-month old, an adventure is exactly what it is. It was altogether stressful and wonderful by turns.
My grand daughter is at that stage where everything is new, and she wants to know the name for it - and then talk about it for the next half hour. One such moment came as we looked out the window of the airplane. We saw the beautiful, crisp blue sky ("bwoo sky"). Twenty minutes later as I tried to distract her from the fact that we couldn't let her get down ("DOOOWWWNNN"), the blue sky was gone. All we could see were clouds. I told her the blue sky was hiding behind the clouds. For the next half hour, intermittently, she told her Momma or me by turns, "bwoo sky . . . hide" and bobbed her head up and down in ferocious agreement with her statement.
I'm sure no one can relate to this (hint of sarcasm), but I have days like that. Sometimes weeks or months - seasons of life that are all clouds. Clouds to the left of me. Clouds to the right. That's all I can see. Blue skies are long gone. Vanished. Non-existent - or so it seems when I'm in that place, but my recent adventure has me thinking. Could it be that no matter the cloud cover, no matter what shade of gray I see, the blue sky is always there? Could it be that the clouds simply block my view? Skew reality? Thwart my vision?
I'm not a meteorologist, so I can't give a scientific answer to that, but the possibility gives me hope; and I think this is my new mantra when life seems cloudy, gray, and depressing. I think I'll hold onto these words and the picture they paint. Yes, when life is less than blue skies and sunshine, I'll repeat those words of wisdom from the mouth of my grand daughter (and bob my head for emphasis), "Bwoo sky . . . hide." That's all it's doing. It's just hiding. It's not gone. I'll see it again.
My grand daughter is at that stage where everything is new, and she wants to know the name for it - and then talk about it for the next half hour. One such moment came as we looked out the window of the airplane. We saw the beautiful, crisp blue sky ("bwoo sky"). Twenty minutes later as I tried to distract her from the fact that we couldn't let her get down ("DOOOWWWNNN"), the blue sky was gone. All we could see were clouds. I told her the blue sky was hiding behind the clouds. For the next half hour, intermittently, she told her Momma or me by turns, "bwoo sky . . . hide" and bobbed her head up and down in ferocious agreement with her statement.
I'm sure no one can relate to this (hint of sarcasm), but I have days like that. Sometimes weeks or months - seasons of life that are all clouds. Clouds to the left of me. Clouds to the right. That's all I can see. Blue skies are long gone. Vanished. Non-existent - or so it seems when I'm in that place, but my recent adventure has me thinking. Could it be that no matter the cloud cover, no matter what shade of gray I see, the blue sky is always there? Could it be that the clouds simply block my view? Skew reality? Thwart my vision?
I'm not a meteorologist, so I can't give a scientific answer to that, but the possibility gives me hope; and I think this is my new mantra when life seems cloudy, gray, and depressing. I think I'll hold onto these words and the picture they paint. Yes, when life is less than blue skies and sunshine, I'll repeat those words of wisdom from the mouth of my grand daughter (and bob my head for emphasis), "Bwoo sky . . . hide." That's all it's doing. It's just hiding. It's not gone. I'll see it again.
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