The sudden feeling of calm, of balm, of soothing comfort was
laid across my heart as the words “the sky healed me” wrote themselves in
indelible ink across the landscape of my tender insides.
I had spent the past thirty minutes
feeding the small chapter of a fictitious story of my life: that I am a farce.an imposter.a cheater, even. Taking offense
because I could not handle the vulnerable insecurity, the
nagging.self-imposed.unrealistic perception that I should be better, I foisted my self-righteous indignation like
bitter herbs onto a loved one in the form of “pet peeve:”… I ranted about how
wrong somebody had been…the somebody who had helped me move into my raw places. I
raged about “those other people’s” incompetence, their stupidity. And even in
the act of sending these here's.a.pet.peeve text messages - in hopes of being buoyed up by supportive
loved ones, of course - I knew I had lost touch with compassion:
Compassion for myself – I am not perfect. Compassion for others
– They are not perfect. Compassion
for the deep seed of frail humanity that is this journey – We are spiritual beings having a human experience. That’s the whole
point!
I have a passion for, an awe about, the ways in which our
paths become interwoven and how we strangers magically.divinely.serendipitously
become bonded through genetic family ties, through professional work
relationships, through the profound depths of friendship – such that we become
paired: the vulnerable with the strong, the naïve with the wise, the educated
with the not.yet.learned. We are coupled and sistered and peopled and advised and
act as mentor for one another. There is no lesser than, greater than equation. We are made complete through these pairings.
And so, I looked up through the windshield driving to an
appointment immediately after these exchanges and received that most powerful
surge of feeling accompanied by the sky’s offering of healing, of coming back
into balance, into fullness, into the broad territory of peaceabililty with
self and others. In that instant of looking up, it felt like the sky enfolded
me in its majesty, vastness, in the textures of clouds, the hope-shaped sun
shining through the uncharacteristically brilliant hues of grays and whites.
Water droplets, crystals hanging suspended – jewels clustered…piled in a
floating heap more of an adornment in sky than if strung on a necklace;
invaluable as “ceiling” to earth, precious to the heart of an ecophile. 
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