I’ve Looked At Clouds from Both Sides Now
Clouds carry the power of emotions like few things in nature. They all but cry out for attention and hold our gaze with their expressiveness and shifting forms and colors. How can we not look at these dynamic skyscapes?
Now, I’ve never been a deeply spiritual person in the classic religious sense, but I’ve always stood in awe of nature and the intensity it reveals through seasons and landscapes. I easily find something to mirror my emotions — from vibrant flowers to bird songs to dancing leaves to churning waves to stillness in the night sky.
Clouds As Connections
Clouds, however, have taken on new significance in the weeks since I last wrote. I search the skies often, alternating between a penetrating curiosity and a softer, wistful heart since my father passed on. Do clouds signal some deeper, ethereal connection?
Grief and loss, as I recall well, lead us to ask many probing questions. They also forces us to examine our identities, our relationships, expectations and sense of the world around us. As I’ve written before: grief is a form of exploration.
Much like my heavy, tossing thoughts, the clouds on one day were ponderous, the next day roiling, and, before long, fleeting.
Sadness ebbs and flows when we’re figuring out how to navigate grief and find our equilibrium. Experience taught me this truth: we always grow strong at the broken places.
Cumulus, Cirrus and More
So, on my various walks and sunset visits to the majestic and mighty Lake Tahoe, some 2,000 steps from our front porch, I’ve watched clouds dance by in various shapes, speeds and colors as though they’re trying to communicate something. Last week, an angelic sky revealed calming clouds that turned pink, peach and lavender as the sun set.
Today, as I contemplated my upcoming birthday this weekend—the first when I won’t hear my father sing Happy Birthday in his natural harmony—a spectacular colorful prism of color appeared in the middle of the day’s walk amid the clouds. (Zoom in to see it.)
It was as if my father was reminding me: ‘Pammy keep your eyes and heart open. You never know what awaits to surprise and delight.’
I will leave you, kind readers, with the same sentiment. Let me know in the comments what has delighted and surprised you of late.
Meanwhile, thank you for allowing me extended time away to sit with my thoughts. I hope to have the energy and focus to get back to engaging and commenting on blogs. But, first, a road trip down the California coast awaits. You can be sure I’ll look for more spiritual signs from above and around me.