How often have you looked up at the clouds and thought it looked like something familiar? The clouds have been magical this summer. I am not sure if they seem more magical because of all the summer thunderstorms or just because I have been noticing them more. While walking, I have looked up at the clouds and it feels like they are are putting on a show. The clouds have stopped me in my tracks and I have taken (too many) photos of them with my iPhone.
I have watched the clouds as they have moved softly through the sky or moved rapidly as if to remind me there are big changes happening. As I stared at the clouds, I sat and listened. In that quiet space, I meditated on and with the clouds. After a few moments, I wrote:
Where there is light, there is shadow.
Where there is hope, there is peace.
Where there is love, there is you and me.
Change comes in soft breezes and big thunderstorms.
Move with the clouds. Every sky has a rainbow. So does every heart.
Where there are clouds, there is life.
Mary Anne