Riehlife Contemplation: Foul Weather Blue Sky Gifts
The world offers itself to your imagination.
Offers to you. You offer back. You offer up.
The world opens up to you.
You open in return, to the world.
The world is a gift
if only you are there, present and open,
waiting and willing,
vulnerable and strong
to catch and harvest what is offered.
The lyrical early spring day with rain spits down my windshield so lightly
I manually flick the switch every five minutes.
The rain comes from dark clouds.
Above those are blue sky forever.
I see it when I fly.
We fly up and over the foul weather.
That's one way.
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