Some days it’s tough to reach for a positive attitude, to find something to be grateful for, to pass through the overwhelmingly bad news to believe that it’s up to us to transcend the evil in this world. And then we look up. As one component of millions of people who create the consciousness of this world, looking up is our best reminder of how large our world is … and what we are fighting for.
One of my favorite childhood memories is lying on my back on the hillside in Sherwood Forest (not that one), watching the clouds move across the sky, identifying their shapes, observing them change shape into something else yet again. The warmth of the sun, the rough, grass-and-moss-covered earth under my back, the drone of insects, the choral songs of the birds … I am looking forward to summer. My mother taught me to watch the clouds. I am grateful.