Wider than the Sky

Consider the sky. It is above us every day and night yet we often fail to notice it’s beauty. One of the great joys that falling in love with photography brought me, was a great appreciation for the sky. I adore watching clouds float by and revel in the colors that sunrises and sunsets reveal. Birds soaring overhead lift my heart up and I feel as if I am soaring with them. And don’t get me started on the many shades of blue in the sky. Or how the light is perfect for photography on cloudy days.

Looking up at a starry sky at night takes my breath away. The beauty of this world is…

Wider than the Sky

Today I’ve gathered some photos, poems, and quotes that feature the sky. Take a moment if you can and see what the sky looks like in this moment. Maybe you could begin paying attention to how it changes over the course of a day or an hour.

May your heart and mind feel wider than the sky.

May you walk in beauty.

Buttering the Sky

Slipping

On my shoes,

Boiling water,

Toasting bread,

Buttering the sky:

That should be enough contact

With God in one day

To make anyone

Crazy.

— Hafiz

Ocean meets sky on the Big Island of Hawaii, 2011

“Poem of the One World
This morning

the beautiful white heron

was floating along above the water

and then into the sky of this

the one world

we all belong to

where everything

sooner or later

is a part of everything else

which thought made me feel

for a little while

quite beautiful myself.”
― Mary Oliver, A Thousand Mornings

Stormy Skies on Lake Superior, 2010

Lake Superior
shoring up only a sip
of sky

Autumn Noelle Hall

Sky in water, Ely, Minnesota

The Brain—is wider than the Sky—
For—put them side by side—
The one the other will contain
With ease—and You—beside—

The Brain is deeper than the sea—
For—hold them—Blue to Blue—
The one the other will absorb—
As Sponges—Buckets—do—

The Brain is just the weight of God—
For—Heft them—Pound for Pound—
And they will differ—if they do—
As Syllable from Sound—

Emily Dickinson

blue hour
reaching
the vanishing point

Don Miller

“Hope” is the thing with feathers –

That perches in the soul –

And sings the tune without the words –

And never stops – at all –

And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –

And sore must be the storm –

That could abash the little Bird

That kept so many warm –

I’ve heard it in the chillest land –

And on the strangest Sea –

Yet – never – in Extremity,

It asked a crumb – of me.

   — Emily Dickensen

“Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.”
― Khalil Gibran, Sand and Foam

Clouds in Water, Bear Head Lake near Ely, MN

“To make myself understood and to diminish the distance between us, I called out: “I am an evening cloud too.” They stopped still, evidently taking a good look at me. Then they stretched towards me their fine, transparent, rosy wings. That is how evening clouds greet each other. They had recognized me.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Stories of God