Seven for a secret, never to be told
"Ring the bells that still can ring. Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything: that's how the light gets in."
Things are moving, things are changing, things are crazy, things are different, things are painful, things are beautiful. As Krishnamurti has said, if you love the problem, it can be as beautiful as the sunset.
I went out into the rain last night, that warm, torrential downpour that sliced through the heat of the day and washed away the sweat and the tears. I sat by the lake and watched the lightening storms and the fireworks and got utterly drenched. I remembered watching the fireworks at Navy Pier and how when I was directly under them they seemed to take up the entire sky.
Watching them from afar they were still beautiful and fun, but in comparision with the lightening storm they were small, tiny things entirely outdone by the godstorm around them. The lightening took the entire sky, farther than I could see over the lake and stretched in all directions, illuminating the sky with flashes, forks, spider trails and blasts.
Maybe, just maybe, I thought, I'm only seeing the fireworks above my head, rather than looking at the entire sky. Maybe I'm meant to be more than what I had consciously settled for. Maybe I should stop settling entirely and see what happens then. Maybe I'll light up the entire sky one beautiful night, and everything will have been absolutely worth it.
