When I visited Europe, I spent hours in the museums, something I rarely do here in the States.  I always remembered to look up because there was beautiful artwork in the ceilings.  I was surrounded by astounding architecture above and beneath me.

For years, I never looked up on a regular basis.  Always, I went here and there, to and from, focused on the road or the bike or walking path.  I was very goal-oriented in my movement, intent on where I was going, not noticing my surroundings in the moment.

After my dad passed, I felt lost and alone.  While driving and listening to my music, “The Sweetest Days” came on, sung by Vanessa Williams:

Both of us so unbending

We battle the fear within

All the while, life is rushing by us

Hold it now and don’t let go

These are the days, the sweetest days we’ll know

So we whisper a dream here in the darkness

Watching the stars ‘til they’re gone

And when even the memories have all faded away

These days go on and on

Every day is the sweetest day we’ll know

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