It was a beautiful sunny day as I drove out of my driveway. As I looked into my rear view mirror, I could see my little five year old nephew looking up at the sky. I told him, “Aren’t clouds beautiful.” He replied in a soft almost lost voice, “Yes.” Despite not seeing his parents for many months, clouds are often a reflection of forgotten turmoil that can offer many moments of solace, peace, and wonder. I could see him staring into the moving white substance that continued to change and imagine what he saw, what he thought, and how many more changes would take place in the life ahead of him.
Often times, songwriters, storytellers, and poets apply the word, “Cloud” or “Cloudy” as a thought of gloom, sadness, or despair. For those that may express it in this manner, this gaseous substance that may sometime disrupt the sun is just as important (or even more) than any natural element for the survival of life itself. For those that miss the incredible opportunity to witness an incredible act of nature, heaven opens up a curtain of light that celebrates dawn. We would be fortunate enough to have a glimpse of the lavender and gold of weightless linings that never show the same structure twice. We are missing some of the most amazing natural phenomenon if we fail to take the time to appreciate a spectacular event that has no cost for admission. This unrestricted theater of wonder has no limit of time or space. It just takes a breath to prepare for a sigh to start a day or begin the night.
Sharing the moment can even be a greater experience. Try bringing a partner, a friend, confidant, or soul mate and gaze into the vastness of artistry. One of you will point out a pattern, image, or picture that the other would have never seen. I recall times when Mindy would point out portraits that I would have missed. That moment pointed out to me how people can see things differently and how we should appreciate the views from the lenses of others. Otherwise, we miss the richness from what others can contribute even if we do not agree or cannot see from their perspective, but the satisfaction is from gaining angles when one can only see a straight line.
Weather patterns are unpredictable like life itself. There are places on this earth that rains for months at a time. Dreary days upon days wrapped with cold moisture. These are times when catching a glimpse of the Sun brings relief to my eyes as the hope of warmth gets closer. If every day was perfect, there would be no need for faith, purpose, challenge, or virtues. Each one of us has a definition of a flawless day. It would be plainly boring if there were no changes in life or work. Perhaps it is the reason why people seek out fallacious activities to satisfy their souls and never find it.
Like the Architecture of Clouds, it never remains the same. Constantly changing; an almost subtle energy that is an indispensable part of all creation. Even a five year old child can find serenity in the cluster of clouds when living in a calamitous and confusing time of uncertainty, strife, and the need to be wrapped in loving arms and words that heal. We need moments where a minute can wipe away a lifetime of regrets. Tomorrow morning or in the midst of the afternoon or early evening, take the time to absorb images that has been reserved for you alone to see and only you to imagine. That portrait of peace painted in the sky will be a symbol of the change that is taking place right before your eyes!
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Wil