Morning Blessing Gift Of Clouds

Welcome.

I look up into the sky and I see extraordinary clouds at the edge of a weather front moving through.

Sharp northwest winds tear at the edge of the cloud bank and rip off swirling,

Curling white streamers.

The long shapes continually move,

Change,

And rearrange into new,

Smaller clouds.

Even as the clouds roil and toil in the sky,

No sound comes down to this earthbound watcher.

Instead,

Silence reigns.

Spread the quiet around you lightly and gently so that you are bathed in sweet serenity for these moments of your life.

Come slowly back into your body and notice what calls for attention and energy.

Imagine a healing hand moving slowly up from your toes to your feet and legs,

Bringing warmth and energy,

Which continues to your waist and chest,

Then finishes with your arms,

Neck,

And head.

As changing as cloud formations in a sky wind,

Feelings can only be caught in a brief moment of time and then released.

Any attempt to hold on,

No matter how hard you might grasp,

Is only wasted effort.

Each feeling slides free,

Making room for the next one.

The immense sky behind the clouds is like the spirit behind the comings and goings of everyday life.

Each needs the other to appreciate the magnificence in the ordinary.

May you find yourself moving with the breeze when it blows today.

Your gift today is clouds.