KABOOM!
No, I didn’t hear that sound, but judging by the looks of my home in Georgia, there had to have been an explosion.
In the past two weeks, I’ve slept in four locations along the Blue Ridge (homes in Marpennsylginia and southeast Georgia, a friend’s lakehouse north of Atlanta, and a conference center on Black Mountain, N.C.)
Such a trip requires many bags, clothes, grooming supplies, computer equipment, and apparently enough shoes to open my own store.
After the explosion, I felt overwhelmed. (Okay, mostly I wondered how I’d gotten all this sutff into my car…but the art of packing is a blog for another day.)
There was stuff everywhere and, true to form, my eyes fastened on the mess – the bathroom, the bedroom, my office.
What’s more, in my absence, other things had gone from bad to worse….the kitchen counters, the floors, and when did those spider webs appear?
Sigh.
Even the natural décor of my life needed my time and touch – the grass was long enough to wave at me (tauntingly), tree limbs had blown down, the flower beds were frowning in hopes of being pruned.
I slumped, feeling besieged, defeated.
What’s more, I was annoyed. I had wanted to write. In the week prior to this, I had attended a writers’ conference and had stocked up on enthusiasm…which began to drain away as I took in the scene before me.
How could I open my mind to writing and capturing fresh ideas when the explosion had just quadrupled my to-do list?
Everywhere I looked, there was something that demanded my attention.
And then I remembered: Up.
The sky!
It was perfect. It was…IS…flawless. There is nothing I can or should do to improve upon it.
I couldn’t even if I wanted to!
So, I grabbed a blanket, a pad and a pencil and headed outside.
Ten minutes later, flat on my back, the ideas were flowing as I watched the drama in the sky (the shifting, changing clouds) transfer to drama on my paper.
When you feel overwhelmed or defeated, I encourage you to do the same. Go outside, lie on your back, and take in the beauty of the sky. It’s calming, refreshing, rejuvenating, because there is nothing…nay, NOTHING…you can do to improve upon it.
Maybe that’s why God kept it out of our reach, eh?
Better still, maybe that’s why we’re covered in sky…so that when we get overwhelmed by the minutiae of daily living, we can always look up…at perfection.
Think about the metaphors in that one.
Better still, I’m heading back outside to write them down…
Historical intrigue interwoven with modern-day suspense and a touch of the mysterious.
Contemporary romantic suspense.
Coming-of-age sagas.
You have inspired me to go backfloat in my pool and observe the celestial! Great post. Blessings