My Daily Bread

In the room where my bed currently resides, the walls (in addition to being Pepto Bismol pink) are covered in quotes left behind by former residents of this house.  There must be hundreds of them, and though I have been reading and laughing and sleeping and living here for over four months, I still find new ones on occasion.  There is one that stands alone, near the mirror above my sink.  It reads, "The sky is the daily bread of the eyes," and it is written by Emerson.

When I first read that, and even as I repeatedly read it while brushing my teeth or removing my contacts, I didn't think about its meaning and implication.  I suppose that in the back of my head I just kind of tossed it aside as a nice little thought from a man who loved nature.  But the other day, after feeling drained due to about a hundred little hiccups and emotions that had been swirling in my head, I took the time to look up while walking home from work.  For the first time in at least a few weeks, I genuinely tilted back my head and looked at that big blue expanse above us.  And you know what?  I felt renewed and revitalized.  I was filled with the overwhelming belief that nothing is impossible and that life is truly beautiful.  Emerson makes sense to me, now.  His words have hit home in a way that helps me to find hope in the simplest things, such as a misty cloud dangling somewhere far above my head.

Somehow, for me, the sky has become my daily bread.  I've begun to recognize that this might have always been the case, and as I look back at old photos, I find many random pictures of the sky.  Some part of me has always known that looking up provides an opportunity to commune with something greater than myself.  The sky is my daily bread, not just for my eyes, but for my soul as well.

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