The sky is brightening this morning in hues of deep pink, red, and orange. It hasn’t been given instructions. It’s not waiting for us to tell it to let up on the orange or add some purple. It is unfolding in a natural, unguarded way, and will do so whether we notice it or not. It really isn’t about applause or accolades. The sky is simply doing what it will because this is what it does.
Maybe we need to live closer to sky revelations. Maybe we need to offer ourselves so purely that light spills out upon everyone we meet, and we gift them with ourselves whether they recognize us or not. And maybe we need to worry so much less about how we could be or ways we could improve or if we measure up to someone else’s palate of expectations… and instead, fall with ease into the soft well of who we are.
I think the One who dreamed up sky also dreamed up you and me. I can imagine that in the heart of God, all that was ever yearned for was for each of us to be happy being who we are… you know, the peeled back version that is free of critique and inadequacies. If we lived like the sky, if we practiced listening more carefully to our own holy intuitions, wouldn’t our world naturally find release?
This day, may we each put down what we are not and with a cleansing breath, embrace the true beauty of who we are. I can hear the sky laughing with delight as we do. Be free. Be alive. Be you.
Maybe we need to live closer to sky revelations. Maybe we need to offer ourselves so purely that light spills out upon everyone we meet, and we gift them with ourselves whether they recognize us or not. And maybe we need to worry so much less about how we could be or ways we could improve or if we measure up to someone else’s palate of expectations… and instead, fall with ease into the soft well of who we are.
I think the One who dreamed up sky also dreamed up you and me. I can imagine that in the heart of God, all that was ever yearned for was for each of us to be happy being who we are… you know, the peeled back version that is free of critique and inadequacies. If we lived like the sky, if we practiced listening more carefully to our own holy intuitions, wouldn’t our world naturally find release?
This day, may we each put down what we are not and with a cleansing breath, embrace the true beauty of who we are. I can hear the sky laughing with delight as we do. Be free. Be alive. Be you.
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