The Sky’s the limit (that we can see)

Isaiah 45:8   Shower, O heavens, from above, and let the skies rain down righteousness; let the earth open, that salvation may spring up, and let it cause righteousness to sprout up also; I the LORD have created it.

I remember as a child, lying on my back on the front lawn, my head almost touching the flower bed around our house.  Lying there, right angles to the walls, and looking up at the sky, the straight walls of the white frame home providing a solid parenthesis at the edge of my vision, adding a weird perspective of the unreachable clouds and evoking a feeling close to vertigo.  Its a past time we lose as an adult, though we might revisit it with our own children, lying in the grass, watching the clouds skim, or float, or dance by; imagining shapes and objects of white to grey, purple to pink, orange to red, maybe bejewelled by a rainbow, depending on the time of day and the weather.  It is another of those natural phenomenon that words, or even pictures don’t quite capture.  Something is lost in the scale, or the vividness, or the lack of the whisper of breeze on the cheek, or the scent of rain on dusty grass.

It’s worth the attempt.

Canola field near Dawson Creek

From the ferry to Vancouver Island

Field near Dawson Creek, October 2009

Mountains in mist on Sea to Sky Highway

The storm passes at Dawson Creek

Light and Dark

Western horizon at The Farm in Kenora

I thank God for skies.