The sky is the limit as birds travel the world. An inner GPS system, electromagnetic capabilities, smells or sights, birds find their way unerringly in these wide open spaces. Maybe a birds eye view helps. Much of our lives lack these open space journeys in the frenetic pace of our days that leave us feeling spiritually, emotionally, mentally and physically weary and worn.
“If I really wanted to pray I’ll tell you what I’d do. I’d go out into a great big field all alone or in the deep, deep woods and I’d look up into the sky —up—up—up—into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I’d just feel a prayer. ~ L.M.Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
Some days just are like that. You sense pretty early on that it’s going to be a “terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day” and maybe you scan the evening sky for pink clouds that hold the promise of sunshine for the next day.
“As autumn gave way to winter, those bare limbs, stretched black against the sky, revealed the essence of trees and the way that death can open us to the essence of life. I was able to see the trees in a different way and came to appreciate the beauty of sparseness.” Christine Valters Paintner, The Soul’s Slow Ripening