There’s meditation and there’s medication and there’s therapy and friendship. There’s conversation and there’s communication and there’s alcohol. But sometimes, it’s tough to try to choose. When we’re at a loss. No morale in the bank. No perspective to call on.
Here’s a humble suggestion from one who’s been around the block: find yourself a piece of sky. Doesn’t have to be blue or sunny, it just has to be sky. Because sky represents the power of possibility. It is a – quite literally – higher power delivered without the need to work on a spiritual life if that feels too demanding. The sky is bigger than us and it is not a stretch to look to it for solace because it is RIGHT THERE. And who knows what is coming? Sun, rain, lightning, clouds. Good or bad, they move and pass on. And, much like the sea, it never fails to stir us. Darkness, dusk, dawn – the sky pulls us into the present.
Sky is space. It allows room for bruises to fade and hearts to howl or to leap and sing with joy. The best thing I can do, when it’s all very nearly too, too much, is to go out into my postage stamp sized garden, lie flat on my back, keep my eyes open and wonder at my own little piece of sky.
From I’m Absolutely Fine! A Manual For Imperfect Women by Annabel Rivkin and Emilie McMeekan of The Midult