there are times when i believe that we define the sky. times when i believe "the sky's the limit" because there is so much space there in which to define ourselves. an endless slate to fill with me. something blank to stand out against. but the truth finds me on a day filled with pettyness that runs me ragid between frantic and frenzy. a day that filled me to the brink 3 hours before quitting time. and i can't breathe anymore i must get out. no, no, no too fast, too much, too many, too often, too headless. even to slow the tide i need to slow myself. from paperwork! computer! e-mails! committees! needs! telephone! messages! offices! office space! undone work! piles of notes! stacks of notes! incomplete notes! supervisor! clients! children! teachers! too many commitments buzzing! buzzing!!!!
i... need ... to ... breathe...
i don't grab my coat. the cold air needs to wake me to calmness. out the door and... my heartbeat can be felt again.
beneath all the business it's rythm subtley begins to be felt again.
a breeze whips briskly over old snowdrifts and frozen brown ground.
dusky bare branches reach for life to the crowning glory of inspiration.
although distinclty different i cannot tell where the sky ends and some clouds begin.
a mass of colors from subtle hues of grays and blues to ebony and brilliant pink. i think. i can think... again.
it knows no time, no boundry, no end and yet it knows everything. it is expansive, ever-changing, ever complete. it grounds me from above by drawing me up. it tells me not where to go, but that i know where to go. not what to do, but that i know what to do. not who i am, but that i know who i am.
