As amazing as the land and foliage are around here, more often than not, the clouds are the show stealers. Often you’ll find 5 or 6 different types of clouds all within shouting distance of one another–each changing shape and personality so quickly that if you look away for 30 seconds the eye has no known anchor on which to land. Try to define a cloud out here and it’s completely changed before you’ve had time to settle on a proper description.
To recognize our cloud-like nature… what would that be like? Responding to the environment, allowing ourselves to rest in the spaces between categories and giving others the space to change without passing judgment, without holding on too tightly?
To be a cloud… to be a cloud… oh, to have the freedom to be a cloud, my friends.
Oh, that is so breathtaking Susan! To be a cloud… nirvana.