con amor, desde el cielo

As i was waiting for the bfe to join me for lunch and a play, i lifted my eyes skyward, as i so often do.
And a message from beyond was written for me.
A message of love, still, always.
I had noticed the swiftly racing clouds earlier, rain makers leaving town for other environs, racing, racing to arrive on time to the next area due for a soaking.
Now, there was a message writ for my eyes! Could I capture it forever, to share with others, to read again and again? Would the message dissipate before i could even open my phone and take aim?
Oh, please!!!
Please stay for just a few seconds!
And the message did, barely managing to maintain its integrity, to preserve the delicate lace doily of a heart occupying the massive portion of sky above me as the air swirled around it.
I don't think Mama knew how to tat.
Maybe it was crocheted from those stray wisps of water vapor...
for me, from her, as another Mother's Day apart draws near.

you got me runnin', yeah, you got me runnin'

As I hurried across campus to my evening class, she caught my eye. Her hair streaming behind, she sped toward the very buildings I had just left, taking large strides like a girl with a purpose before her. A giant figure of light, she knew not of my existence, I was simply a small being espied from the corner of her eye, if at all.
But she occupied almost all of the sky before me.

I barely managed to snap this single picture before she was gone.

My students had seen me stop in my tracks to take the photo. I had told several that I would be sure to forward the picture to them, but I have not.
Somehow, I want the running girl to be only mine.
After all, I saw her first.
I saw her.

But perhaps I will eventually share her with those who had asked. I wonder if they will recall that Wednesday evening?

sky talk

Look up! That's my message today. I find myself looking up at the sky often these days. It's a habit I once had as a child and as a younger woman, lying on my back in the grass or on the sand of a beach, watching the shapes and stories in the clouds. I find it to be a reassuring pastime, especially of late, especially since I read the sign language at Daytona Beach.

sign language

The sky told me "I love you" today. I was walking along the water's edge at my beloved Daytona Beach, walking away the blues from my step-dad's death. On this lovely, warm day, the sky was incredibly blue and seemed to reach out into the Milky Way for wisps of white to paint across its wide expanse.
There I am, walking alongside the ocean, trying to think of nothing, listening to the gentle song of the waves. I had been watching the tiny birds skittering in and out of my path as I, in turn, skittered in and out of the path of children's flying feet. The sun beamed down on the glittering sea, on the lifeguard stands, on me, drawing my eyes upward, upward, to enjoy the blue.
And there it was. I stopped in my tracks to take in the message, holding out my right hand to look at the image there and then back to the sky's clear vision. I looked around, sure that others must also see the love writ large - but I was the only one cognizant of the scene above our heads. I brought forth my cell phone's camera, to see if its eye could find the same image as my own. Miraculously, the air stayed gentle, allowing me to take a couple of pictures before the inevitable shifting of the canvas dispersed the lovegram from heaven.
I was able to enjoy these clouds for quite a while as I continued my walk, my spirits revived, my faith restored.
I had not forgotten those who had moved on, nor had they forgotten me.