💗 Cloudy Skies

Cloudy days are my favorite days. A cloudy sky in an interesting sky, ever changing and moving in both shape and color. There’s such a variety of clouds, too. Puffy and white and unthreatening clouds, long and wispy, quiet and peaceful clouds, clouds layered with grays and whites providing each other dramatic back and foregrounds. Then there are the clouds that roll in quickly on the heels of the wind bringing with them rumbling thunder and crashing lightning, sometimes even turning the sky a sickly yellow-green before strong winds and tornados approach. 

In the morning clouds kiss the sunrise with bright yellows and whites and grays while in the evening they blush in their own beauty through oranges, pinks, purples, and reds. Through it all the clouds are the paintbrushes of the sky, surprising me with their natural wonder. 

I look at these cloudy skies and contemplate how they reflect on life. My joys and happy surprises behave in my life as those calm and quiet clouds. Sometimes there’s only one or two small happenings that capture my momentary attention, giving me life experiences that fall back into my distant memory, but memories non the less.

At  times I experience moments of deep passion whether in love, joy, and bliss or perhaps anger or rage. In these times my mind easily pulls the memories forward, and I may experience again the brilliance that floods my heart and mind much like those dramatic sunrises and sunsets. 

And then, I meet my own pop-up storms of life. Those times when great gains or losses cross my path and I may dance and frolic in celebration or roil about in grief, despair, rage or sorrow. I  reflect on these moments of my life and consider the lessons I’ve learned, the wisdom I’ve gained, and sometimes I even grieve my very lack thereof. Still, those cloudy days have painted my landscape. They’ve shown my own true colors, for better or worse. All in all, they’ve provided a palate full of intrigue, discovery and adventure that paint the beautiful pictures of my life. 

So, when I see the cloudy days on my horizon, I’m still wrestling with the idea and understanding that I’m growing a lovely portrait of my life that is intermingled with the lives of others. Paint on, dear cloudy skies above. May my heart, mind, soul and spirit be ready to receive the lessons and memories you brush across this life I call mine.