Time spent in a beautiful meditation of clouds, is time well invested in one’s soul. I am convinced of it.
The past week had me sighing and exclaiming at nature’s shows. The multi-layered clouds rolled in, and treated the populace to extraordinary shows of the skies.
At times, it would be the shades of gray against the white fluffy clouds as a backdrop.
At others, it would be the inevitable beauty of the setting sun’s rays as it used the clouds as a canvass for their light based shows.
Sometimes, I would find myself after a late night meeting simply looking at the moon flit in and out of the marvelous multi-layered curtains in the sky, to the orchestra of the winds through the trees outside.
One such time, I found myself picking up two beautiful children’s books and flipping through them with contented sighs. If only one could bottle up these little moments, there wouldn’t be angst or turmoil in the world.
The Boy and the Blue Moon: By Sara O’Leary, Illustrated by Ashley Crowley
Both books managed to capture the beauty of the moon’s rays so perfectly.
I wonder whether the animals we share the planet with enjoy the cloudy days. They seem to be. One morning on a beautiful morning when thoughts of gratitude flitted in and out, much as light seem to be flitting through the scudding clouds overhead, I stopped in awe at the birds. This season, I noticed many more birds – maybe a bounteous winter made for a marvelous nesting season for the birds as well, who knows?
But the blackbirds, geese, herons, storks, pelicans, wood-ducks, grebes, hawks, turkey vultures, bald eagles, harriers, thrush, sparrows, robins, woodpeckers, avocets, yellowlegs, hummingbirds, and so many species that I can’t identify, have been flitting and filling the air with beautiful characteristic sounds.
Life seems busy as the conscientious parents take care of their newly hatched young.
As I write this, a mild rain is falling outside – so gentle there is no discernible sound of the rain. The only sounds are those of chirping birds like a soothing backdrop to the drama in the skies: The grays against the greens and the multicolored flowers a unique kind of meditation.
#Nephophilia : a lover of clouds
“How sweet to be a cloud. Floating in the blue!”
– A. A. Milne