Clouds speak to me in ways I can hardly fathom. I can't ever remember their names. I do remember pink skies at night, sailor's delight; pink sky in the morning, sailor's take warning. Beyond that, clouds speak to me as does poetry and music. It goes beyond the images I can see in clouds, it's almost visceral. I remember the way the clouds looked the last night of my father's life and the way they looked on the way home from the hospital when I found out my Godmother had lung cancer. On a happier note, I remember so many gorgeous clouds on the way to the beach as a child and with my daughter years later. I remember being struck by the clouds a few days ago when I took this picture.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Clouds
Clouds speak to me in ways I can hardly fathom. I can't ever remember their names. I do remember pink skies at night, sailor's delight; pink sky in the morning, sailor's take warning. Beyond that, clouds speak to me as does poetry and music. It goes beyond the images I can see in clouds, it's almost visceral. I remember the way the clouds looked the last night of my father's life and the way they looked on the way home from the hospital when I found out my Godmother had lung cancer. On a happier note, I remember so many gorgeous clouds on the way to the beach as a child and with my daughter years later. I remember being struck by the clouds a few days ago when I took this picture.
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Thanks for the suggestion--clouds. I'll try visualizing them tonight to find some tranquility to fall asleep. Clouds and that deep, bright blue sky that can accompany it, especially in the fall. Goodnight, friend, with gratitude for your calming suggestion.
Love,
Carol
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