I‘ve been working my way through the most lovely series of audio books – Seraphina and Shadow Scale by Rachel Hartmen. I bought the first years ago to listen to on a family road trip (which was then vetoed by the peanut gallery), and only re-discovered it again a couple weeks ago. This morning, ferrying surly teens to early choir beneath the most glorious purple and orange sky, and this is the passage we listened to in the emerging light:
“Do you feel the breeze on your face?” I heard her say. “That’s yours, and worth feeling. Look at those orange clouds. All the trials of a day may be endured if you know there’s such a sky at the end of it. Some days I told my heart to wait, just wait, because the sunset would teach me again that my pain was nothing compared with the eternal, circling sky.”
It was a dazzling sky, I had to admit, with clouds layered like wisps of pink and purple silk. Behind us, the blue deepened to black; the stars awakened.
“At last you see it with your eyes and no other’s,” said Camba, her own eyes shining. “It may feel overpowering and unbearable, but I am here to help you bear it.”
Suffice it to say, on a dark and difficult morning, this passage and the coincidence of a gorgeous morning sky felt like a gift, a moment of grace and a message I sorely needed to hear. I thought I’d pass it on.