As I walked outside today I could not help but notice how incredibly blue the sky was and the breathtaking contrast between it and the billowy white clouds that filled my senses almost as much as the sky they floated against.
Earlier today I had written an article about the importance of surrounding yourself with good people, people who embraced life, who embraced their creative passion.
And it is true. When we lose our creative passion in abusive relationships, being and feeling isolated plays a large role in that loss. It stands to reason then that allowing ourselves to be supported, to belong, to be inspired would be crucial to our recovery.
Today I let my support network go beyond the beautiful people in my life and reached for the sky…literally.
I’m not blind, and I’m not naive. I know how low humanity can sink, and I know that I’ve only seen a small part of it. But I want to see my world as friendly, because seeing it as scarey doesn’t change anything for the better. I can be mindful of needing to protect myself, to make wise decisions when going about in public and use sensible caution at home.
But I’m not so blind or so naive to think that that would guarantee me safety in anything. There’s no guarantee. So if there isn’t, why fill up any more of my time, my precious moments given to me to live, with fear?
I want to see my world as a friendly place. Not foolishly but mindfully…deliberately.
I will not stop helping where I am needed and where I can. I will not stop writing about things that are hurtful and need to be brought to light.
But I will not stop myself from looking at the refracted light of the atmosphere and the chemical composition of clouds and seeing a beauty reflected there that’s meant just for me.
I am surrounded by friends. Most are not even human. But I feel a connection that tells me, assures me, I am not alone.