How many times, as a child, did I lay on the grass to watch clouds floating oh so far above me? Did I dream of riding on one - soft and puffy, supporting me as I traveled over the far off mountains? I know that I pictured animals and other objects in the shapes of the clouds. Little did I think of how truly connected I was to that cloud passing by.
"You are made of cloud - at least 70 percent of you. If you take the cloud out of you, there's no you left. A cloud has a good time traveling. When it falls down, it does not die. It becomes snow or rain. The rain becomes a creek and the creek flows down and becomes a river. The river goes to the sea, then heat generated by the sun helps the water evaporate and become a cloud again. Now the cloud has become tea..." - Thich Nhat Hanh
I spent hours watching clouds in my lifetime. I still get a thrill seeing the sun shining through layers of clouds creating brilliant rays, and watching the puffy ones drift by on a glorious summer day. Its almost as good as looking into a star lit summer nite sky. What's out there, anyway? We dream.
ReplyDeletexx, Carol
Another of those thoughts that unfortunately we don't encounter at the age when it would be most magical...
ReplyDeleteAhhhh...such peaceful and nostalgic musings. Thank you, Penny!
ReplyDeletewhereas you do not know what will happen tomorrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away. - James 4:14
ReplyDeleteYour inspiring post has given me a new interpretation or way of thinking about this verse that automatically sprang to mind when I read it. Thank you :)
And, I'll have that cup of tea, please. So I can be the cloud. :-)
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