• Thought for the week

    Darker days are just as much a part of life as are the days graced with sunshine.

    Darker days are just as much a part of life as are the days graced with sunshine. When we refer to a “beautiful day” we are often describing a day that is sunny, clear, and without a cloud in sight to mar a sky that is a brilliantly perfect blue.

    We find ourselves bouncing along, light in spirit, free from worries, and enjoying the moment. That is, until the clouds begin to form. The sky may turn grey, and a fog may roll in. Puffs of white take on whimsical, darker shades, and our beautiful day disappears along with the sunshine… or so it seems.
    A clear blue sky often inspires in us good cheer, bringing on a lighter, more carefree day. We may find ourselves spending time outdoors, breathing in the fresh air, and basking in the warmth of the sun. Yet should clouds appear to wash the sky with shadows, we may let this change of weather decrease our energy and enthusiasm, pulling us into our own cloudy funk.

    Darker days are just as much a part of life as are the days graced with sunshine. They show us a different perspective of our world, while helping us appreciate the moments of illumination that inevitably follow. A rainy day with clouds helps to clear the air, washing away stagnation. Still, it’s hard not to feel gloomy or think that the day has been ruined when there are clouds hanging over us. Yet if you can remember that these shades of grey won’t last forever, and that hidden behind the clouds is the blue sky, you will find that the beauty of your day is merely playing a game of peek-a-boo with you. Like the mishaps and interruptions that occasionally block the brilliance that is our own lives from shining through, clouds eventually clear away so we can open up to a brighter horizon.


    The next time you wake up to a cloudy day, remember that these shades of grey in life are there just for the moment. And that no matter how hard the rain falls or how chilly the fog is, the clouds will go away, the sun will break through, and you will be able to see the sky that has always and forever been a beautiful and brilliant blue.

  • Thought for the week

    A poem about walking

    Walking and enjoy 
    Where am I going? I'm going
    out, out for a walk. I don't
    know where except outside.
    Outside argument, out beyond
    wallpapered walls, outside
    wherever it is where nobody
    ever imagines. Beyond where 
    computers circumvent emotion,
    where somebody shorted specs
    for rivets for airframes on 
    today's flights. I'm taking off
    on my own two feet. I'm going
    to clear my head, to watch 
    mares'-tails instead of TV,
    to listen to trees and silence,
    to see if I can still breathe.
    I'm going to be alone with 
    myself, to feel how it feels
    to embrace what my feet
    tell my head, what wind says
    in my good ear. I mean to let
    myself be embraced, to let go
    feeling so centripetally old.
    Do I know where I'm going?
    I don't. How long or far
    I have no idea. No map. I 
    said I was going to take
    a walk. When I'll be back
    I'm not going to say.