Blue Sky is All I See
Updated: Feb 20, 2021
No. I don’t always only see blue sky. I don’t use street drugs and am averse to big ideas that have no hope of being implemented. But when I’m standing under the heavenly vault in New Mexico, where the blue sky on this page was photographed, my heart soars and I feel closer to the angels than at most other times in my life.
I reside in Michigan where we’ve had plenty of blue skies this summer–not the clear blue of the desert, but miraculous nonetheless. And I’m reminded when the clouds come in that they too are part of the sky–fluid, ever-moving currents of shape shifting water vapor uplifting, folding in on itself, coalescing and dispersing. Looking up, I can’t help but be awed by the presence of Spirit even when the blue sky is no longer blue.
This brings me to the point of this blog. We can choose where we look. We can look down; we can look up. Where we look has consequences for our mood, for our biology, for our health and for the well-being of others. This is my yoga.