The sky is a beautiful shade of deep blue.
The puffy white clouds moving at a meditative pace, changing shapes as they roll overhead.
The waves of the sky.
Gazing at this wondrous expanse, with a seemingly empty mind, I’m quickly brought back to reality.
The pain; that gut wrenching emotional pain, the reality of my symptoms.
They return because just as I was mesmerized by the sky, I was triggered by a long ago memory.
A memory when I looked to the sky for help, for escape.
Today, I am sitting with the unpleasantness of the truth, while also deciding that although it may feel unpleasant, I do not have to suffer.
I’m resting in the power and knowledge of my truth.
I take a deep breath knowing that I don’t have to give myself permission to enjoy the perfect moments. I can just allow it to happen.
I can surf the waves of the sky, just as I can surf the waves of emotion, the waves of life.
The sky is indeed beautiful today, as beautiful as awareness and hope.