And now, ‘blue skies, shining at me Nothing but blue skies, shall I see’ I have been hearing this song for the past three days. No need to know or figure it out. Just be silent and open to what it brings. Spirits calling, souls moving, and holding space.
Seeking support, comfort and unconditional love sounds so simple, yet it evaded most of our life experiences. The gentle touch of a warm hand, the hug of soft arms and the ear of a patient listener are qualities of a kindred, kind and angelic soul. Qualities we brag to say we can do, or challenge others to possess seems to be the ‘me too’ movement of today. What if identity and gratitude were left out of the picture and giving of this experience is felt deeper in the soul than the regular senses? Just as the gentle cypress tree seems…
Interesting how ‘what we know’ shows up in our perceptions. See the spinal vertebrae in the clouds today? Yep, check! I sseeee you!
When the clouds create images that dance with our memories, can we join them in our hearts? Today’s cloud is my grandmother. Smelling smoke this morning so grandfather must be here too! Can you see the woman on the right?
Life’s purpose is to unfold with gentle whispers in the sun, tender imprints of color to see, and rising to the fullest of nature all in unison with the earth around us.
Surrender to life and find a pool of water to float away your troubles
Today I was bummed out that I did not get some of the awesome clouds that came with the storms. The grand and powerful shelf clouds that were sure to bring a drenching rain showed up just on que with rolling lightning to shudder the strongest of us. I did not see these clouds in person but I was in awe of them on social media. What the heck, what am I doing? Am I saying that the clouds over my head were not notable or grand? Did I dismiss them as ordinary or pass them by for their counterparts…