Looking up

I think this was one of those moments when I took the camera

and pointed it up the massive rock

into the sky winking at me

I like looking up

and I like just pointing the camera up and clicking.

I don't look up as in, "Wow, look how far I have to climb!"

I really, really, really try not to be that type of person.

I prefer looking down and saying, "Wow, look how far I've climbed!"

Despite chronic depression, I'm an optimistic person.

 I don't shout it from the roof tops;

mine is more low-key foundational. 

I do let my depression visit occasionally.

I find that if I don't invite it in for a short visit,

it sneaks in and hides.

This creates far more havoc,

because depression then insidiously nibbles

at my mind and emotions 

while I blithely think,

"Hey, I'm doing great!" 

I don't permit lingering,

but we do exchange thoughts.

After its departure, I know myself

a little better

and

my compassion and patience jar is a bit fuller.

Then I take my camera and look up in wonder and awe

and then look down in wonder and awe.

The wonder and awe parts

are the key

at least for me.