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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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Lilly the Killer- Photo: L. Weikel

Lilly

Sometimes I get a chance to pet sit for my neighbor, who was technically Duckhead’s mom (and is mom to all his ‘girls’). This occasional opportunity to vicariously indulge my inner gentlewoman farmer is now enhanced by the fact that Lilly has now become part of the mix.

I’ve cared for Lilly only once before, but she’s a much bigger bunny now.

As all young bunnies know, there are stages to becoming a rabbit. So when I was discussing my meager duties with Lilly’s mom earlier this week, she told me to beware, as Lilly ‘can be a little aggressive.’

Visions of Monty Python

I don’t know about you, but I immediately flashed to the blood-thirsty bunny in the classic, Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

She quickly assuaged my concerns and assured me Lilly is merely a little ‘food aggressive.’ No worries. All I needed to do was distract her a little bit while filling her bowl of bunny kibble. All would be well.

Famous Last Words

She looked at me with curiosity when I entered her domain; meaning she looked up from her slumber and acknowledged my presence. I started my usual patter of animal chatter, picking up her bag of kibble and preparing to open her pen to fill her bowl.

<<BAM!>>

Lilly lunged in my general direction (wink), banging her nose upon the wire mesh of her cage. “What the heck, Lilly?” I yelped.

But I refused to be deterred. I opened the cage and started petting her body, making a point of steering clear of those potentially bloody canines! Although I was pretty sure she simply recognized the kibble bag and was displaying her enthusiasm over the prospect of me filling her bowl, I didn’t want to be dumb about it. She sure did bang herself hard against the cage.