More and more it seems over the last few years, I’ve been stopping to admire the sky – that vastness above us which is omnipresent, sometimes commanding but often silent. A giant artist’s palette, one could call it, but with ever changing variation: a cerulean blue background with beautiful white fluffy clouds; or divided skies with dark, swirling clouds to one side and hopeful brightness on another; colourful, blazing sunsets; or vague streams of pastel colours as the sun slowly makes its way down to the horizon. Then there’s the night sky, a giant velvety blanket, dotted with tiny, sparkling gems… I find there is rarely a sky that I cannot appreciate. If I just take time to look at it, I will find beauty no matter what it shows me.
Even more, I realize, just looking at the sky brings me a sense of peace. A quietude settles within when all I am thinking about is nothing more than what’s above me. It may last less than the minute I spend, or I may find myself captivated by its beauty for much longer. Regardless of the time spent, the result is the same – a calmness which washes away any stresses or fears, deadlines or to do’s. It bathes me in the joy of the present moment. These are the moments when I know for sure that I am happy and grateful for my life. Maybe I am awestruck to the core by the power of beauty too deep to fully comprehend. Or maybe I am feeling that deep connection between my inner soul and the divinity that created such immense and compelling beauty – for surely we are one. And maybe too it is the peace that comes from feeling close to my source, like a baby feels deep comfort in the arms of its loving mother. Whatever the reason, it is ironic to think that such a simple act can produce such pure joy. I have noticed this effect on me whenever I walk in nature, which I make a point of doing when I travel. Yet one needn’t go far to find the beauty of nature. Often, it is just nearby, in the chirping of a chick-a-dee, in the fragrance of flowers, in caressing our pets, in tasting the delights of our garden’s vegetables, or in walking outdoors and noticing the beauty in our own neighbourhood.
I think the secret for me is to simply make time to notice these little things. And in nature’s grand and mysterious way, in exchange for such tiny moments on the clock of our lifetime, she will give us much more in return than we could ever imagine.