Photo: L. Weikel
Natural Sistine Chapel
It’s been a while since I’ve written about the clouds on our walk. At least, it seems as though the clouds themselves have been rather tame, yielding their creativity to sunsets and lunar appearances. This afternoon, though, my sense was that the long cloud drought is over. The piles and platters and weird shapes and colors are moving in for the season. And kicking things off? When I took these photos earlier this afternoon, I felt a vague sense of déjà vu and a sense that I was walking in a natural Sistine Chapel.
I know my interpretations of clouds are sometimes ‘out there.’ And I guess that’s part of what I’m trying to bring into our collective awareness: our imagination’s power to see and embrace magic. Oftentimes this ‘magic’ is simply the process of giving ourselves permission to play with patterns and associations our brains and subconscious minds might make that actually point to pieces of a larger puzzle that is our life.
The photo above, as I said, reminds me of the Sistine Chapel – yes, the iconic work on the ceiling.
When I looked at these clouds today, I could feel the potential of conveying the spark of life. I could sense the reaching out, the effort to make a connection between one being and another.
Photo – L. Weikel
Close-up
Oddly enough, to my mind at least, I found the close-up of the ‘hands,’ so to speak, were almost upstaged by the splash of pure, brilliant white that seemed entirely out of place.
I’m not exactly sure what I make of the close-up. Or the splash of white.
But I do know I’m delighted to welcome back into our everyday experience more appearances by the Cloud Beings.
They are like pilates for my imagination. And imagination and creativity are the stuff – the spark – of life.
On second thought, maybe I’m seeing something from Monty Python?
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