Every morning, I stand at the window in the living room watching the lake and the harbor as a new sky is being born.

I am a fan of the limitless horizon. I love watching the water in motion. I so like to imagine stories about the sailboats docked in the harbor. I am captured by the sunrise on the water.

But when walk away from the window, the fact remains soulfully filling me that of all things I am a child of the sky.

The sky doesn't hold or contain things. It's expansive and at the same time humbling. It's a universe of color and possibility. Sunrise, daylight, afternoon, starry night, with my feet on the ground, I can look up to see the sky and at the same time feel the universe inside me.

No matter the stress, the unkindness, the joy, the boredom, the hurry -- one look at the sky and life again has perspective and meaning.

No art, no symphony, culinary delicacy comes close to place that the sky reaches inside me. It's my father's hand, my mother's heart, my brothers' teasing, my best friends' trust, and my only son's lifetime love.

I don't need to reach for the sky. I need to remember it's in every cell of me.

Find the sky inside you.

-- me liz strauss, letting me be