Hands raised to the heavens while the whole world, the mountains and seas beneath crumble into each other. I think life is the most beautiful thing when its laid flat and bare before the heavens. Open palms. I realize it today when my dear friends drive slowly down our long lane and out onto the open highway. I stand and wave goodbye, a shrinking figure who fades into the purple and orange horizon. I want to hold onto them. I want to know that everything I know right now will never change. But this is what I know deep down. When we clench our fists tight upon the gifts that God sprinkles upon us, we close our palms to His future downpour of blessings. Open up hands, heart, soul. Don’t hang onto one precious pearl, when a sea filled with oysters is spread from east to west just beyond the next turn.