The sky was painted for my soul tonight.
The sweeping strokes of color draw me up
away from gravity of daily life,
and draw from me a sigh too deep for words,
too real to be confined to lines of frozen verse.
But I must try,
must let my spirit’s lover know that I have read his message
writ across this little part of heaven –
the only part that I can see, for now.
It’s hard to wait,
with leaden feet that trap me here upon this broken earth
It’s hard to see only a little piece of heaven
when I’m longing for that sweet fulfillment when I’ll see it all
and know that all is well
not just for me, but truly ALL.
But until then,
I have this sky
And in this sky,
In this soft, momentary gift of light
I know the soul of God.
In early 2011 my family moved our home, temporarily, from New Jersey to Milan, Italy. In the process I quit what had been my dream job conducting policy-directed social science research, to focus on my other dream job, raising our two young children. The three-year adventure was exciting, exhausting, disorienting, fulfilling, and countless other contradictions. It also birthed in me a desire to share my reflections on life's joys and challenges with anyone who cares to reflect with me. Now that we have returned to the US I'm finding that the new perspective I gained in Europe has come with me, and gives me a whole new way of interacting with my home. There's still so much to learn and share! I hope you'll share the journey, and add your own lessons to my daily education.