Meanwhile and Right Now
I See Blue Skies
Oh, it’s not all South American grumblies, Friends! Sometimes it’s Salt Lake City grumblies!
Just kidding. Things are lovely here, just look at that view! I get to see that most every day.
I’ve been fascinated with the sky lately. So expansive and mighty, like an infinite, ever-changing fresco-ed dome.
I guess “dome” makes it sound oppressive or confining, but lately I find it to be optimistic and welcoming, telling me that this world and my life are Big (Immense, Towering, Colossal)…and there is so much left to do! What will I make of this life? How will I spend my days?
Because honestly, Friends…(blue skies aside), I’ve been in a bit of a rut, creatively. Feeling stalled, stagnated, stuck. It’s not so much “grumblies” as “blahs,” or what I’m sure many would dub a quarter-life crisis.
I just know that I want something else, something more than this, what I have now. But I don’t know how. All I know is that things have to, and will, change. And I get hope from the sky, little glimmers of possibility, images of late nights writing, mornings baking, weekends at the farmers’ market, epic runs, afternoons reading in bed, long walks, better photographs, crafts and projects and more music. So much music.
Now I just have to figure out how to fit those delicate, soft little pictures together, to make a life.
I think Ariel can say it better than I can:
“I don’t know when
I don’t know how
But I know something’s starting right now
Watch and you’ll see
Someday I’ll be…”
And I do watch. I watch the sky.