Hidden in the Sky

Hidden in the sky, I see an answer. It's not written in the stars that twinkle nearby. Good thing, too, because few stars are out tonight.

It's written in the shades of blue, in the lights that play on the atmospheric canvas. It's echoing in chambers of my heart when I think of where I might do, what I might go.

In the curve of subtle color, I see the path of my life, all of the ups and downs, graphically smoothed. I see the way that time turns small misfortunes and unimportant frustrations into memories filled with laughter. I see the value that distance and perspective add to the view.

In the dark places, the stark places, I see negative spaces. So I put my fears and monsters there , watching them dissolve into so much black, black air. I imagine them as happy to be free of me as I am to be rid of them. I smile to think it's so easy to let them go.

There, over there, in the night sky is the hope of a new morning. It's the crocus that invites me into each day. I stop to savor it. I drink in it slowly like a luxurious dark chocolate cold, cold milk shake. My cells can feel the shades of blue change.

Hidden in the sky, I can see the future.
I can see the future because I can hear my soul.

--me liz strauss, letting me be