Another Blue Sky
Dear Friends,
Today I looked up at one of those early October brilliant blue skies that grace New York.
One might say that I looked up from my phone, from the other kind of Bluesky which feeds me all the madness of the world.
As many of you know, these days I’m trying keep both skies balancing each other with a practice of writing back to the social media posts I encounter.
From sky to screen to sky. It’s a form of play that helps me reclaim my attention and connect to my sense of being.
I invite you to do the same!
— Sal
Blue Skies
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