November 2023

Sometimes, the only thing bigger than a sky 
is the moment we remember it's there;
holding space, ever-changing, always shifting.

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There was a time: Most of my life

I considered the sky to be blue, grey, or dark

but dark meant sleep, and grey meant sad,

and blue was a Crayola crayon. 

Blue was ocean, river, morning 

then my firstborn's eyes 

and that's when the sky flew open

and I knew I'd never be able 

to see it how it had once been.

xo