Looking Up

 This poem came in this morning's emails from First Sip.   Last night as I was drawing in my journal, I realized that I always draw a friendly sky. Yes, I know storms come and go, sometimes doing considerable damage.  However, we must not succumb to not bothering to looking up.  We do share the sky with all of creation.  If we tend to the earth, the whole sky responds.  I love the reminder that we do not need a passport to look up.  I shall give it a go on my walk this morning when there is so much going on.   I have voted.  I believe I voted for earth and sky.  If you have not voted yet, consider doing the same.   The grandchildren will thank us.  

I hope you are tending to your dreams.  

Love, 

Sue Ann 

We plant seeds in the ground
And dreams in the sky,

Hoping that, someday, the roots of one
Will meet the upstretched limbs of the other.

It has not happened yet.
We share the sky, all of us, the whole world:

Together, we are a tribe of eyes that look upward,
Even as we stand on uncertain ground.

The earth beneath us moves, quiet and wild,
Its boundaries shifting, its muscles wavering.

The dream of sky is indifferent to all this,
Impervious to borders, fences, reservations.

The sky is our common home, the place we all live.
There we are in the world together.

The dream of sky requires no passport.
Blue will not be fenced. Blue will not be a crime.

Look up. Stay awhile. Let your breathing slow.
Know that you always have a home here.
~ Alberto Rios