Leaves fall, fluttering in zig-zag fashion, as if inspired by the quilt of gray clouds outside. A misty drizzle just begins to reach the window, where a nearby lilac bush nods its still-attached, yellowed leaves with each slight spray. The day seems grim, but began with a bright sunrise stretching across the sky.
Whenever it rains, I would expect the dreariness to soak nature in dismal gray. But, it doesn't. Instead, a richness enhances the beauty of nature. Blue mountains seem saturated in hue; leaves dance in a wide range of browns; trees twist high donning shimmering silvery skirts. The clarity causes me to breathe deep and let the bottled up worries leak out into the storm's clouds, which act like netting to gather them.
When tendrils of sun come and sweep away the clouds, my worries are gone, too.
Friend, do you have worries heavy upon your heart? Pick one up, feel its smoothness in your hand, and let it skip out into the gray clouds as if they were waiting to help clear the clutter from your thoughts. Then, take a deep breath and look with hope for sunshine to scintillate stars into your eyes once again.
Whenever it rains, I would expect the dreariness to soak nature in dismal gray. But, it doesn't. Instead, a richness enhances the beauty of nature. Blue mountains seem saturated in hue; leaves dance in a wide range of browns; trees twist high donning shimmering silvery skirts. The clarity causes me to breathe deep and let the bottled up worries leak out into the storm's clouds, which act like netting to gather them.
When tendrils of sun come and sweep away the clouds, my worries are gone, too.
Friend, do you have worries heavy upon your heart? Pick one up, feel its smoothness in your hand, and let it skip out into the gray clouds as if they were waiting to help clear the clutter from your thoughts. Then, take a deep breath and look with hope for sunshine to scintillate stars into your eyes once again.
I don't know if my worries are all that smooth :), but I love your imagery. It's especially poignant on a cool, cloudy, breezy day. I can almost watch those worries float away on the air...
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In the grand scheme of things, most of our worries are smooth. We make them out to be knotted and misformed, when in reality we are often misinformed and self-focused. That is not to say all our worries are smooth, but my focus is on those day-to-day matters we blow out of proportion.
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