Today we are jetting south.

After a month and a half of drought, I was thrilled to see clouds above me as we took off.

As we ascended and curved, the mountainous billows of clouds soon surrounded our small plane.

At least it seems like a very small plane from up here, above it all.

Down below, so much is going on. It’s been a rough week. Unseasonably hot, humid days. Health challenges.

Above it all up here, though, there is just a deep blue sky, from a deep, endless clear pure blue, fading to a pale white-blue as it met land. The giant cloud formation was like a mountain outside my window – massive, tumbling down the sky, and ever near to me.

We climbed higher still, and the summer hot haze differentiated the sky from the horizon. If I squinted, I could imagine a vast ocean below me, the haze smooth and blue grey.

Up here, it’s severe clear. There are no troubles. No stress – for me at least, as I love the miracle of flying.

My goal for the next ten days is to relax. I’m unplugging from the Internet and all social media. I’m going to read books, laying under the shaded ledges I can find. I’m going to walk, explore, enjoy.

And as always, I will be counting my blessings.

I’m starting now, above it all.