From an early age, clouds have been viewed as fascinating, stimulating phenomena, driving emotions through to thoughts anew.
Excitement; colliding as if in conflict; different clouds; some a little faster, higher altitude, others enjoying drifting around the gateway to the Universe. Viewing such wonders retained in memories; later in life, revisiting, clouds folding around the heart.
Looking up at a sky so blue, always glowing pristine. Fluffy white clouds, all shapes, and sizes, imagination released, created in the mind, but very real to an onlooker with an open heart to absorb such joys.
Shapes of clouds, changing so gently, soft edges, forming animals, birds, sharks, mountains and hills, a horse and carriage.
What one person sees a polar bear, another will see nothing; just clouds. Imagination and freedom of heart devoid of fantasy.
Observing clouds is therapeutic; they stroll so gently, moving at a pace that invites the imagination.
The mind and heart receiving a gentle embrace of Nature.
Clouds and Humans? Some form of synergy?
When the sky is hidden by light grey clouds; endless in perception, does the mind linger in a vacuum awaiting the renewal of light; sun shining through a blanket in the sky, revealing once more the blue of heavenly enlightenment?
Clouds follow human emotions or do humans follow the clouds, absorbed by their ever-present mystic embrace? Luxurious trees wavering against a blue sky; clouds pass scene changing, behind the leaves above so far, connection visible, for distance matters not for Nature is supreme.
Emotions and feelings; negativity, dark clouds forming on the horizon; forthcoming fear, worries, concerns; but clouds do morph, changing at every blink of an eye.
Focus on the good things in life; dark clouds can herald needed rain, fluffy clouds brighten the heart.
Perception positive; rain nourishment; future growth. Positivity reigns supreme.
Imagination, meditation, mind wondering, heart flowing, Universe calling.
Reflecting the mood, ever-present, seemingly following human emotions, being formed through, visualized fantasy.
Seeing images formed in childhood, some so dramatic, never forgotten. Enhanced with adulthood, déjà Vous moments as clouds become giant seagulls drifting across the magical sky.
Lying on the grass, heart wandering, witnessing clarity, carrying an observer across the heavens as if releasing heart and soul, wandering with clouds, Such majesty.
Clouds calm the mind; delightfully gently images; a level of meditation; reflection. At one with Nature. A doorway to the liberation of heart and mind-opening the glory of the Universe, facilitating the observer to float amongst childhood clouds.
Fluffy, softly moving clouds offer a positive perspective, lifting observer to an enhanced platform, generating vibes, the strength of purpose, and love of serenity,
Clouds are like people, the more they engage, caress the heart, similarity; interaction, love, and awe take over the senses, childhood remembered, recalled with glee, floating the sky, scenery below, a fantasy.
Simon, I love your stories.
Dear Larry,
I am delighted that you do. The words do come from the heart. Thank you so much.
Simon
While you were looking up many a day, Simon, I might have been looking down; taking in the scenery, admiring the sun reflecting in ice crystals, wisps of clouds rising above the cover, and checking if any landmarks could be seen through a hole while approaching LHR from northern Greenland. Most days the final landmarks would be the London Eye and Tower Bridge but on a rare summer day it might be Windsor Castle.
There is such awe in experiencing the cloud cover from above. That this winged sausage of many tons of aluminum, human flesh and fuel can fly is still a miracle to me.
Thank you for sending me back – it has been way too long since I have seen my family and the open skies call to me.
Dear Charlotte,
I think I was flying above the clouds with you. Your very special description is…..very real. When I used to fly…..a lot, I was always draw to seeing the clouds the aeroplane flew through and above the clouds.
I flew a light plane once. From Schiphol Amsterdam airport. A friend of mine who was a client offered me a flight. We took off, and flying around, when he asked me whether I would like to fly it! I said no. Never done it before! He asked me to out my hands on the ‘wheel’ sat back and folded his arms and told me I was flying!!! I must admit, it was wonderful. And later he flew us through some clouds. Magical. Now when I was flying, I had the tendency to fly up and forward. The air traffic control told us off for flying too close to the landing take-off area!!! Never forgotten.
Flying over classic cities is quite astonishing. It is obvious that your family is calling you.
Today, I went for a long walk around the countryside. I shall write about it soon, but it will not be from a walker’s perspective, but a flying dream perspective.
Thank you for your comments, Charlotte, always appreciated.
Simon