You can never have too much sky. You can fall asleep and wake up drunk on sky, and sky can keep you safe when you are sad. Here there is too much sadness and not enough sky. Butterflies too are few and so are flowers and most things that are beautiful. Still, we take what we can get and make the best of it.

Sandra Cisneros

Lately, I have been starved for sky. I know why. I live focused on the next shoe dropping and gentle rain turning to pouring showers. Noise from all directions jams my frequency. I feel separated from things. Isolated in heart-sized containers of overwhelm.

Having too much sky would be like breathing too much oxygen. Having too much sky would be like feeling too much love. Having too much sky would be like staying in a chrysalis or remaining a bud.

Somehow, I know that if you have enough sky you don’t get overwhelmed. There is enough space and light and distance to sort through it all. Sky is about faith and hope. Sky is about the I am and the as if and the not yet. Light shines through the cracks in the sky.

We must hold on to sky with both hands. When we need it most is often when we want to hide in the dark. We must move to the sky in those moments. As hard as it may be, we must move to the sky. We can never have too much sky.