Reach for the sky

I love the sky. There's a sense of acceptance about it. It just is. Whatever washes over it - clouds, white and puffy or dark and furious - it still just IS. Whether the sun is beaming through it or the thunder is crackling in it, it simply IS and accepts it all, lets it all pass through. And it always does - pass through. The landscape or foreground of the sky always changes, always shifts and moves - clouds, birds, planes, debris, helium balloons passing through - and yet the sky is always there. Being. Accepting. Loving.

Or is it loving? I don't know. Feels like it is. Everything passes through it yet nothing really affects it. It holds onto nothing yet allows everything. It's simply there, being the sky. For all to see. Loving, supporting, embracing. Changing yet unchanging. And no matter where I am in the world, physically or mentally, I can always look out into the sky and it is always there for me to look out into it!

I love the sky.