The sky is a pool of blue this morning, it's endless quality front and center. The large tree standing as upright as possible with arms stretched to the sky, seems so insignificantly small in contrast. So many intricacies below such an open clear expanse. It reminds of the contrast we live in between the complex and the simple. Too much to think about or take in below, our gaze moves to the heavens. It offers a soaking simplicity that permeates the soul and spirit, and restores the senses to see the complex.  Simplicity has restorative power.  So does heaven. 

What simplicity can you seek out to soak in?