I look to the heavens for you, as if you’re somehow outside of me. Yet I know you’re within, waiting for me to look inward. I sometimes ignore you, trying to use logic and reason instead of trusting you and what I know is true. I find those times that I kick myself for not listening, although I’m learning to trust you more and more as the years pass. You were there for me when my babies were making their grand debuts into the world, guiding me through an ancient process that many woman have experiences before me. You have granted me insight when I need it most, realizing that the answers I seek are usually right there within my core. Sometimes I just need to focus, to find the contrails of the jet, and discover that you’re right there.