Sky is the limit

Whenever I feel smug or feel the urge to wallow in self-pity, all I need to do is look up to the skies. The unassuming canvass - offering limitless opportunities to let nature shine in all its glory. There is something very  mysterious about the changing colors and scenes in the sky. Every minute, every day , the scene changes - this plain yet magnanimous stage,  permitting the clouds to chase after each other or to loudly express its emotions, or letting  the moon flaunt the fact that it is still the brightest in the sky and can throw tantrums by playing the invisible act.

Birds can fly fearlessly, in fact even human beings, their voices and their thoughts travel unconcerned. Watch the glorious sun sinking into darkness and the blushing skies giving way to the stars to shine, each slowing being called on to attendance to liven up the otherwise dark sky. Slowly as you focus your eyes -they appear as if responding to your command to appear.

I love to watch the sky in the evening - dusk - is such a dramatic time - birds flocking home, some in pairs, some wait for the others to join , and then there are rebellions, who long after the others have reached home, stagger in fun. Do they get scolded when they reach home - or do they own their time? Do birds have best friends too, and maybe crushes?

I wish I could read their minds - feel the freedom and maybe fly high like the majestic eagle and try to touch the clouds - or does it try and rip  the clouds apart?

For centuries mankind has been fascinated by the sky - our time, our year all ruled by the one over head. It was our navigator, our time clock, our weather forecaster - and our heaven. The immense vastness of the universe encapsulated in our eyes  and gloried and magnified by our imagination. We earthlings yearn to reach the sky - to touch the stars, to bathe in stardust. The glitter, the chatter, the drama, all beyond our reach increases our attraction to this unknown emptiness.


The sky is generous -and loving - it lets nature showcase its beauty  and its anger. The breeze can travel softly, the storm can create a havoc, the clouds can try and intimidate it ,yet there is this quiet assurance, this sagacious confidence that nothing will change it - the drama can play out, but no one owns the sky.

I have lived like a water - deep and mysterious, going with the flow, yet I am attracted to the open skies, and wish for the same wisdom to let the events play out - yet there is the core self - pure and inviting 

Blessed moments

Moments turn into days, days into events and before we know it is time to say goodbye to this world we call home. Every breath I take ironically is also every breath I am closer to death. Living - celebrating life is  all about being present in the moment - to be right here, right now. I am not sure about others, but my mind time travels quite frequently - builds up lives I have never lived and basically drags me away from living.

How can something as simple as living in the moment, require so much effort on our part? Is it because we are always loaded with events of the past - or because we anxious about the future? Our time is spent in planning for our future or analyzing our past. We relive our mistakes, we dwell in places that don't exist  or distorted versions of past recreated by our trickster mind.

There are no easy solutions in life - in fact there are no solutions, because there are no problems. We create our hell and we have the ability to create our heaven too. Yet the mind is more programmed to create hell. Every moment that doesn't give us happiness is your mind sabotaging your life. We create our own realities - whatever I believe becomes the truth for me. And ultimately my truth will be different from others - we are all looking at the same things with different perspectives.

I am still training my mind to come home to present sooner and to stick to facts rather than fictionalizing and creating stories that would put even the soap operas to shame. It is a work in progress - the mind wanders but to speak in modern terms - I have my GPS on and make sure that it doesn't go too far from the moment.

I find that life can bring me down - negativity is powerful after all. Yet I can't stay there for long - I have too many things to be grateful for and a heart full of gratitude will always win over the mind full of doubts. Fill your heart with gratitude - fill your heart with wonder - let every sunset count, every moon rise inspire awe, and every thunderstorm make your heart race. We have been invited to this show of wonders - every day, every moment life  is unfolding miracles,  clouds changing shapes, mountains changing colours, sun on your skin, wind playing with your hair - step out and meet the creator.