When I fly, looking out of the window makes me a lot more comfortable about being in a plane so high off the ground and about whatever it is that I am traveling to do. I get really quiet and really introspective and things tend to come out of that.
“Looking down on shadows cast by clouds” – Jan 15, 2012
What we experience in life may come down to good old perspective. I thought it was beautiful that I was hanging around in the clouds and looking down on Earth on what would seem like a cloudy day had I been on Earth looking up at the clouds. From where I was the sun was shining brightly. From where I could have been, I could have said that the sun didn’t come out that day. From where I was, I thought of the wonder of the Creator and His creation. From where I could have been, I could have called it a bad day and said “God, why me?”
I don’t want to get all syrupy. I just remember thinking that the shadows looked really small compared to what I would have thought of them while standing on the ground. I remember thinking that, somehow, the shadows made the Earth a different kind of beautiful. I thought of all the crazy or awful things that I went through in my life and how the shadows they cast can be small depending on my perspective of them. And I thought that they could make me beautiful in a different kind of way.
My interpretation of that thought may change. But that’s might just be the point.