MIAGD: Make it a great day
“I can see how it might be possible for a man to look down upon the earth and be an atheist, but I cannot conceive how a man could look up into the heavens and say there is no God.” – Abraham Lincoln
When I was a few months short of turning five, my beloved great-grandmother died and I was confident the kind-hearted, saintly soul had immediately gone to heaven which to me, was the chain of big fluffy clouds hovering above.
I would sit outside looking up at the clouds, hoping I might see Grandma Belle appear and blow me a kiss or possibly call me to the kitchen table to drink a bottle of Tab with her.
My partner, Rick, was a geologist but on our hikes, he looked up at the sky far more than he did at the rocks and stones below. “If you’re always looking down you’ll miss everything overhead.”
I did share this philosophy but would jokingly counter, “Cliff!” (He always chuckled but I’m fairly certain there were many eye rolls)
We’ve become a society of Down-Lookers.
I must admit that I slip into phone-watching, now and then, and remember there’s a time and place for everything. If my phone is out while I’m on a walk, it’s on camera mode.
My biggest concern that when looking down I might miss someone smiling at me, the opportunity to share a mutual smile or, more importantly, offer my smile to a passerby who could really use a friendly smile.
When I’m in a town or big city, I cannot take my eyes off the overhead architecture that often seems carved in the clouds.
On walks or hikes, the sky is an ever changing canvas of all that hangs above or a visual-bomb with birds, trees, or aircraft.
Look up, damnit.
You can even peripherally see most everything around you.
Look down when you must, but always look up and invest in all there is around you. Take it all in. Breathe it all in.
Make it a great day but don’t stop looking up!
I SAW TWO CLOUDS AT MORNING John Gardiner Calkins Brainard I Saw two clouds at morning, Tinged by the rising sun, And in the dawn they floated on, And mingled into one; I thought that morning cloud was blest, It moved so sweetly to the west. I saw two summer currents Flow smoothly to their meeting, And join their course, with silent force, In peace each other greeting; Calm was their course through banks of green, While dimpling eddies played between. Such be your gentle motion, Till life’s last pulse shall beat; Like summer’s beam, and summer’s stream, Float on, in joy, to meet A calmer sea, where storms shall cease, A purer sky, where all is peace.