Sometimes, a glance at the sky is all you need. Be well, and thanks for reading.
Another piece pulled from the shelves of the Vault. Thanks for reading.
Another piece plucked from the shelves of the Vault. Thank you for reading.
Just a few words pulled from the shelves of the old Vault…enjoy. Thanks for reading.
Just a little wordplay; hope you enjoy. Sometimes the most complicated things house the simplest teachings. Let's keep the eyes open for them. Best of days to all.
Sometimes you need to just stop what you’re doing, take a few deep breaths, and look up at the sky. Let its colors cleanse the palette of your mind. Put down the phone (unless you’re using it to read this post, wink wink), close the laptop, turn off the computer…or the TV…and relax. Unplug. It tends to put things into perspective for me…maybe it will for you too. Best of days to you all, and thank you for reading.
I spent a great deal of time staring up at the sky. It was a lovely way to pass the hours. There was something about passing planes that sort of mystified me; it was their mystery that enveloped me and roped me in relentlessly. Who was flying? Where were they coming from, and where were they going? When I’ve flown, I’ve always looked down upon the houses, the buildings, the little towns, and wondered who was there…what their lives were like, what they did, and if they were looking up at me, wondering who I was and where I was heading. So when I look up, there’s that inherent desire to travel with them, the lofty anticipation of having a destination, and the inevitable excitement and adventure that seems to accompany it. It’s the excitement that was the allure there…it broke the monotony of the computer screen and scattered it to bits. Planes represented excitement…and tugged my mind away from the off key melody of keyboard clicks. And as a professional dreamer, it was just what the doctor ordered.