Jackson Browne wrote a song called Sky Blue and Black from which I unabashedly stole the idea for my blog today. I have always loved the song and the thought of a sky blue and black. I have kept this picture of Arianna for a long time knowing one day I would write about it because the visual in this picture above is so striking.
The weather has continued to send waves of spring rain to us. The sky has been maniacally flowing from a dab of sun, to crushing rain which then beats a soggy retreat until zooming in to do it all over again. In the picture above, my friend Arianna, is riding with sun on her back into a viciously dark blue and black sky.
It is easy for me to see the sky as my metaphor for life. As we reflect (especially in this Lenten season) on what is important and dear to us, it is equally important to understand that storms blow in and out of our life as the sun may continue to shine. Dare I suggest the sun is the Son?
Pretty deep thinking for a Monday. I am enjoying a Lenten devotional that is guiding my way this season. If Jesus and God are not your thing, that’s okay as well, the sun can just be sun.
My life has always been a series of mixed blessings. I was born with congenital hip dysplasia that left me, the happy infant I was, locked down in a body cast that extended from my toes to my chest on my left leg and my knee to my chest on my right (there was a handy hole to stuff a diaper in) for the first 18 months of my life. As a teen and an adult I have had abundant treasure and bone-shaking misery. But haven’t we all?
Right now I am adjusting to my new self-imposed departure of my friends that were my boarders here at Six Meadow Farm. Certainly, with all the rain it is wonderful to have empty stalls that do not need to be cleaned. My morning routine has been dramatically cut short with fewer horses to feed. And yet (here it is…) I miss the sound of the driveway gate opening and eagerly looking to see who had arrived.
As I sit on the patio surrounded by empty chairs, I crave the quiet while lamenting the absence of my friends.
Life is not singularly sunny nor horrifyingly black.
A verse from Sky Blue and Black by Jackson Browne
And the heavens were rolling
Like a wheel on a track
And our sky was unfolding
And it’ll never fold back
Sky blue and black
Thanks for riding along.