Blue skies and clouds
My ex-wife posted some pics on Facebook of clouds and blue skies. They were dramatic and forceful and well composed. I suggested she do a little book of them and call it 'Skies.'
Later a newsletter I looked at 'linked to the above' commented that the 'best things in life are often free.' The cliché was expanded upon by stating the blue skies and clouds were vast and this vastness had no cost.
I was swimming one day and doing a backstroke because my right arm was injured I looked up at the blue sky and clouds in the distance. They were large and voluminous and their masses were shaded while coronas lit their outlines. I was lifted from worrisome thoughts towards larger thinking.
I commented to Joe, another swimmer in the pool, teacher of meditation disguised as an 'alter cocker,' that he should look at the clouds. He said they were magnificent. We both stared. Later we said it was a 'moment.' To me this meant I was brought out from myself. For two weeks the skies had these displays It would rain sometimes in the afternoon, then clear, and the clouds and the blue skies took over.
On another day I recall being alone swimming on my back looking up seeing an old man in one of the clouds. Was this some confirmation from the above? Other shapes took lifelike forms.
When my apartment felt too thick and dark I stepped out and looked at the skies. The clouds were always perfect, varied and complete. They asked nothing from you and were just there. The words 'noble' and 'lifting' applied. It amazed me they were so available and so free. They were a sample from the heavens bringing my mind and spirit to a higher plane. They made me feel safe and clear at the same time. I just had to remember to occasionally look and let them in.