I spend a lot of my day looking down, as I think many of us do. We look down at phones, computer screens, and books. We direct our gaze toward the sidewalk as we rush to our next destination, smile at dogs walking by our feet, or stop to observe the wildflowers on our path. Even on beautiful hikes through the forest, I’ve caught myself fixating on the ground as my feet navigate rocks and roots, trying not to trip. It’s easy to go a whole day without really looking up. But when I do, I’m always impressed by what I see.
Day and night, the sky offers a constant, everchanging gift. The clouds shift into all sorts of shapes, some bright and buoyant, others dark and looming. The sun colors all around it with shades of pink, red, purple, and orange as it rises and sets. The moon changes each day — sometimes it’s barely visible, a tiny stroke of light, other times it shows up full, bright, and round. The stars glow like little lights left on to help us find our way home.
When I’m really caught up — in a thought, emotion, or situation — I like to remind myself to look up. However the sky has chosen to appear, looking up always offers a reminder that there’s more to this world than me and my own problems. The three pieces in this Weekend Reader draw inspiration from that same sky, reminding us that we all exist under this vast and wonderful canopy. May they remind you, when your head hangs down, to simply look up.
—Lilly Greenblatt, associate editor, LionsRoar.com
Tree Weaver 