Welcome back to My Sweet Little Sky, assuming you’re one of the nine or ten people who read the handful of entries I did under this title on my old author site. If this is your first visit, Welcome for the first time. I hope eventually to recover the original entries of My Sweet Little Sky and post them here on Esoteric Orange.
My Sweet Little Sky is more or less my literary blog, from the perspective of writer of stories, books, poetry, screenplays and scientific and social writings. My other blogs will deal with aikido and other martial arts, technology, “comprehensivist” thinking as inspired by Buckminster Fuller, natural energy and other subjects covered on Esoteric Orange.
In the last installment of My Sweet Little Sky, I’d just moved a garden bed in heavenly warm weather that felt like Hawaii, and all was right with the world. However, as things progressed, I recognized that my old website just wasn’t achieving what I had hoped for. So I closed it, and now, a couple of years later, I have this neat new platform for My Sweet Little Sky, so we begin anew, with a fresh spring brewing and a new world opening wide.
Since I don’t think I’ve ever explained it, here is the meaning of My Sweet Little Sky.
I grew up in love with the sky, wanting to walk among clouds. When I was a teenager, I learned to fly small airplanes and flew all around by myself. I got my pilot’s license in my senior year of high school. But I never did find any clouds I could walk on, so I gave up flying forty years ago to be a writer, and now my flights are intellectual and speculative.
Recently, I was thinking about getting a new job when I looked into the sky and saw this magnificent white tumble of clouds with an array of glory shining out in all directions. I thought, “This is my new job, to be like that cloud.” I wasn’t sure how that would pay, but I accepted. And just weeks later, I have this neat new website to show the world the kind of glory I see all around me in the miraculous phenomenon we call human life.
As to the name of this blog, it goes back about seven years, when my son was about three. I brought a basket of laundry from the dryer and set it on the couch beside him. When he felt the freshly dried laundry, his eyes lit up and he pulled a bunch of linens around him and said, “All my hots! My sweet, little hots!”
It was love, appreciation, joy and satisfaction in a simple little moment of ordinary life: a miracle for him and a miracle for me to see it. And that’s how I feel when I look at the sky: a miracle, like life itself, like my son, my sweet little sky.
Aikido master Minoru Mochizuki told me that in antiquity, there was be a scroll above the throne of the emperor of China reading Ten Ka Dai Wa, meaning Under Heaven Great Harmony. In my last installment, the Hawaiian-style weather made me think I was tending Heaven’s garden. So my Heaven had come down to Earth or my garden had risen to Heaven. In any case, they had met.
As the sky looks over all things under Heaven, My Sweet Little sky will go everywhere.
I’ll appreciate your company along the way.