We are all living the same moment.

Air is the gaseous substance of life. Sky is what we see of it. How it is framed. The mind’s eye’s way of giving it structure. Blue tent, sky-space, cobalt between heaving mountains.

Air is all over us, inside us, expelled by us, renewed by the operations of photosynthesis and the evaporation of ever-warmer seas.
Sky is ubiquity. It drives into us. We gulp weather. Yet we conceive of it as “out there,” “up there,” and apart from us. Sky is “scape,” a fictive reference point to which we cling, yet it also stands for the open space we come to know as an ever-expanding, cosmic whole…

It is spring as I write, and the world is locked down in a raging pandemic. We hold still while airborne germs wrapped in fat float and flap all around us, threatening our lives…

Sky is a living body, a lung that spews life. In China it is chi, a life force, or tianqi, “heaven’s breath.” In Greenland, it is sila, nature and consciousness. For the Navajo Nation, sky is Nitth’i, a benevolent spirit. The Crow, who live on the grasslands of Montana and Wyoming, call sky huche, meaning “wind that blows steadily at the foot of the mountain.” In Egypt, the dying summoned the god of air and said, “I have gone up to Shu; I have climbed the sunbeams.” …

Sky is nothing and everything: a blank that holds solar systems, locust swarms, heaven’s gates, kingfishers, and cosmos. It’s where the Big Bang flapped everything into being. Recently, 19 new interstellar asteroids were found orbiting the sun, and astronomers have uncovered the beauty of the asymmetrical universe, where the battle between matter and antimatter was waged. Matter and cosmic imperfection won out; otherwise, we wouldn’t exist. “Imperfection is our paradise,” a Buddhist teacher said…

Perhaps that’s the best way to think about the sky and the ways it binds and releases us. Looking up, we can all see the same things: the pink moon, sunrise’s glory, starlight, and the lovely, lonely curve of air. Our peripheral vision shapes what we think we are seeing. From my lookout on a moving dogsled, I’ve seen how the horizon’s silver stripe divides ice from air, mist from ocean, space from Earth, and dark from light as the blue tent floats down and softly covers us all.

~ Gretel Ehrlich, “We Are All Living the Same Moment” in The Atlantic (May 2, 2020)


Photo: DK, Cove Island Park, May 3, 6:43 am.

32 thoughts on “We are all living the same moment.

  1. Wow, the rest of this is so worth reading. And all the photos…

    “Editor’s Note: We asked photographers in 24 locations around the globe to point their cameras up to the sky at precisely the same moment — 1PM GMT, April 25. At a time when the world is so isolated, these photos are a reminder of what we share.”

    Especially loving yours 🙂

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          1. I am nice. I’m very nice in real life. It’s you. You bring this out of me. So, maybe the problem is you!!!

            I’m being nice, just analyzing. 😂

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          1. In fact, I’ll tell you specifically what’s happening here. You must have picked on a lot of people in your life. Who would have thought payback would come in the form of a blog follower. I’m your karma, DK. Deal with it.

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  2. Wonderful article, yet again. I have been obsessed with taking photos of the sky, clouds, etc… And love that you have been using YOUR photos for the past three posts, DK!
    Those photos in the article are simply wow!
    And… can’t help but love the exchange between you and Sawsan… you guys kill me.

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  3. Hurrah, WP let me glimpse your blog for a change….. If I were the swearing type, w/o might have been preceded by a Damned….. but I’m not!
    A joy to read and delighted to learn about that appeal to point camera towards sky. That we have been so ‘me’…. Great photos.
    Actually I have come for the rant between you and Sawson….. 😏😅🙂 I’m just glad not to be involved that time….. but I’m heckling you both on anyway, from the sideline!

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