Where are we?

Take off your shoes.  Your socks, too.  You're barefoot?  Good.  Take a walk outside.  Walk to your front door, or back door, and open it.  Without shoes, walk outside.  Go into your front yard.  Your backyard.  Your patio.  Your backyard.  Just get outside.

You're out there now?  Good.  Look up.  What do you see?   If you're lucky, you may see a few leaves.  I love trees.  Seeing trees above me let's me know I'm in a decent place, a place of reality.  No trees?  No worries.  We all get out own blessings.

Beyond the trees (or a disappointing lack thereof) you should see our glorious sky.  Our ever present painting above reveals itself in many ways.  Of course, if it's daytime, we get a bright sky.   Sometimes it's blue, royal blue, as far as the eye can see.  An amazing blue that reminds you of the most palatable gulp of spring water you've ever been fortunate enough to gulp.  Sometimes, the unvierse paints the sky all Bob Ross style, full of the happiest, brightest clouds you've ever been fortunate enough to drink in.  They are fluffy, and handsome, and carry with them a pure happiness of just being, of jsut existing, of just being able to share their existence with the world.

Not every day is pleasant, though, and to fully appreciate life, you have to consume every day as if it were the most fulfilling moment of your being.  When the dark, grey blue clouds, full of omniscience and forboreding, swarm overhead, when they threaten rain and misery, I recommend you soak up their energy.   Accept their part in the flows of life and know, that once they've deposited their moments of moisture and depression, a life springs a new.  Water brings the rebirth, sometimes now, sometimes later.

Those are the moments of true beauty, between the brilliant flashes when melancholy turns to joy, when elation slips into depression, when happiness and sadness do a dance, and switch places, and when they make you, one again, take stock of your life.  Chock up these wins, or losses, or at the very least, moments of reality, as victories, as successes, accepting the defeats as chances to learn about yourself and life, and continue to strive to make the most of what you can in this world of limited opportunities and chances.

Grow yourself, and the bees that appreciate the true beauty of the world will swarm and feast on your nectar, and spread your pollen far and wide.