Such a beautiful day today in so many ways. The sun is shining, my vegetables are growing, the birds are singing, and the squirrels are chattering. We’ve had two brief sprinkles of rain while the sun brightly beamed. I love when that happens. I watched a purple cloud hovering on the edge of the horizon become dark violet and as it drifted across the sky and over my house it spit out a few sprinkles.

Everything is so green after the rain last night. I’m looking over my neighborhood marveling at the myriad of green foliage colors. The magnolias buds are bursting open, their snowy white fragrant blossoms decorating the old magnolia trees. I love to pick a branch with a big bloom and put it in a bowl in my dining room. Smells so wonderful when you walk through the room. When my two oldest children had their spring piano recitals I’d always put a vase of magnolia blooms on top of the piano.

The birds are happy today with the sunflower seeds and suet baskets. All of the feeders are full and freshly filled. I watched a mother sparrow feed her little one bits of suet. The fledging sat under the feeder and she made many trips back-and-forth to feed the baby. Had four squirrels running around amongst the doves scavenging for sunflower seeds.

The sunset was glorious, featuring the sun in a sterling silver sequined gown, her blinding rays fingering through the clouds as she made her way to the sunset stage.The sunset became layers of dark pink as Mother Nature’s strokes of watercolors, building brush stroke upon brush stroke, tinted the horizon a deep watermelon red. Her brush strokes lightened as she painted the high clouds pale pink and soft blue. Two rogue clouds were tinted solder gray while a rolled up cloud was shaded purple and pink and blue and white, a beautiful wallflower floating off to itself.

The sun was escorted by Father Sky and the handsome couple walked down the horizon hand in hand taking the daylight with them. The magical glow of the soft colors of twilight swept across the neighborhood sending the songbirds to their nests and quieting the yard symphony. The night is beginning its whispers of darkness, cooling the air, casting inky shadows on the landscape. In the velvet darkness, Father Sky pinned the celestial pearl moon high on the night sky and surrounded the man in the moon with stars that twinkled in the moon’s ethereal glow. The night has awakened gloriously and the day has left silently.

The sky has always been a source of inspiration for me. Father Sky sketched white clouds, cigar smoke gray clouds, blue and purple clouds on his blue sky canvas all day long and let them float and morph as they wished. I think the clouds shifting and changing colors and morphing into different shapes can be us. Our lives are like the sky and the clouds. We grow and change, each day a different color and a different challenge. Some days are glorious others are full of storms. Our skies can’t be blue all the time and we don’t know when the next storm is on the horizon but we the hope of tomorrow being a better day.

God gives us free will to decide how to live our lives. We can choose the path of Christianity to heaven and eternal life or float freely with no chosen pathway and nothing to anchor us in the everyday chaos of life. Our lives change like the colors and shapes of the clouds. We have to learn to adapt to the new colors and the new shapes. God knows the path of our lives and moves us through our skies one day at a time with the promise of a new tomorrow. Through our prayers, God can bring sunshine to our cloudy skies and blue skies back to our overcast days. The sky is our life canvas and every cloud a stroke of God’s paintbrush. He can paint a masterpiece if you let him into your heart.

“Remember the blue sky. It may at times be obscured by clouds, but it is always there,” Daily Chakra