Brewing a Brand New Sky

Welcome, 2010.

This is The Year of  Brewing the Brand New Sky. 

Will you brew one with me?

Peace walks its unfamiliar footsteps across the oak floors of the library inside me. How I have longed to walk with it. Together we throw opened the stained glass windows of my mind, freshly washed from the inside out. Filtered light dances in colors at our toes and the giggling is easy.  My windows open out, touching the blueness floating by. I drink in the air with its scented herbal teas and jam and cream flavors. A spring picnic.

Will you taste the sky above your life?

Scattered tea stained pages collected from their drift down empty corridors are gathered in my hands. Softly held.  There are many things I should not forget, and the past speaks often with wise old lady words gathered over time and tribulation. I bind the pages in a leather book and place it on a middle shelf away from the window and my sky. The past is reading material for evenings by fireplaces when settled on marsh mellow couches within myself. Not for now, I think. Though later I change my mind and let even these words and thoughts become apart of brewing the Brand New Sky.

The kettle within my mind begins to boil, puffy steam rises. Some thoughts are thick, others whispy. And all filled with good and honest things that float out as clouds in the blueness. Holding the kettle out the window against the back drop of sky I begin to imagine cloud shapes, just like a child.  

Silly whimsical creatures fill the sky.

Joy.

Oh, joy.

Could this happiness be mine?

As the steam whips away on breezes I pull the kettle inside the window and refill it with the water of my thoughts. This time I begin to plan out the clouds. What do I really want to see brewed in my sky this year? Then I laugh at myself.

Plan out the clouds?

Really Tab?

And waves can be pinned on sand too I suppose?

Again, I laugh. Kind laughter. A friend's voice within me. My own voice. And how strange it is to hear it.

This time, when my thoughts fill the kettle and I hold it to the sky, I remember to keep looking with a child's eyes. Wonder. Enchantment. A place where cloud shapes are elephants holding umbrellas and trees dancing with my little sister.

Again and again I fill the kettle. Again and again my new thoughts brew. How the sky drinks me in, holding my thinking in the cup of its opened hand. An awaked lover wanting my touch.

This year it is my resolution to brew that sky with gentle things. To pour a cup of tea in the afternoon shade and share with myself who I am and what I desire. To find the natural rhythm within and let whatever comes, the pain, the sadness, the new joy, maybe even the past with wise old lady words, fill the kettle of my thoughts and Brew a Brand New Sky.

Not always blue perhaps.

But this sky will be mine.

Filled with sweet discoveries of myself.

Even if imperfect. Especially if imperfect.

Even if unplanned. Especially if unplanned.

I want to accept myself and fill that sky with New Thinking that doesn't deny me the beauty within.

What about you?

This is The Year of Brewing the Brand New Sky.

Will you Brew one with me?

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