Everyone has been here. If you have not, are you alive? The sky comes low, and I feel the pressure. I'm bone tired. I wonder what it's like to die.Who wants the sky down like a ceiling? Dark and low, overhead, it's not my friend. The colors so far off are holding my fire, my feelings. I need to raise the sky off my head.
The air is pressing in on me.
I stretch a bit to make me taller. The clouds respond with an upward move. A breeze begins. It's just light one, but a tiny hair tickles my face. I see a glimpse of light upon it. I feel a sparkle in my eye. I stand that little bit taller. The clouds again respond by moring high.
They say we make the weather. I've never tried to make it rain. I went for snowfall at midnight on Christmas eve once. Sure enough it really came. Yet, who'd have thought, when I was feeling pressured, that all I had to do was raise the sky?
--me strauss Letting me be
8 comments:
Liz, you can do it because you have belief in yourself. :)
Next time I am feeling stifled, in the office or in my daily life, i will remember your words and say "raise the sky!", and see what the others think. :)
Hi Dsnake!
You can raise the sky. It's just a matter of not letting the dark thought hold you down. :)
Your words made me actually feel in my body what you were describing. Especially these words:
The colors so far off are holding my fire, my feelings. I need to raise the sky off my head.
I felt the effort it takes at times to go after what I need, what I want more than anything else.
Your words help me move into this new day with a new focus. Thank you for this, Liz.
Hi Dawn,
And your words. Help me hear my own again and now I face my day with a new purpose myself. :)
These are timely word. How well you captured those feelings of being weighed down. Thank you for this.
Hi Easy!
It's so wonderful to see you. I come by once in a while to see if you're around. :)
I have three new posts up and I am trying to decide whether or not I could actually be a writer. Don't know if there's a book in me or not or if anyone would even be interested in my work other than as a curious sort of blog :o)
Easy,
You already are a writer. Book or no book that doesn't change. Hold your heart with your pen. You are a writer just the same.
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