The clouds drifted in and out, passing by seemingly aimlessly; without purpose, without specific and defined form, each seeming to travel at its own pace in its own space and singularly defined direction. As I gazed up at the sweeping landscape painted in the skies it was as though they (the clouds) had feelings or even thoughts like you and I.
I continued to watch and really see those clouds. Some were dark, almost black and seemed to be solid making it such that I wondered how they remained afloat and didn’t fall, heavy laden to the ground below. Others were less dense and they appeared to move along in a smoother passage and overtook the darker, denser ominously black clouds. Looking further ahead I saw the trails or remnants of what must have been a more solid cloud, like the trailing smoke of a jet that had just burst through the sound barrier, leaving only its exhaust trail behind it. I wondered how far in the distance, a distance too great to be covered by the naked eye, I would find the cloud that had left its evidence of having passed this way? I wondered if it had travelled so quickly because it had a specific destination, perhaps a deadline to meet – such as rain was sorely needed in some distant land.
Returning my gaze back to the area of the sky just overhead and to my left, from where the clouds were entering my peripheral vision I saw yet other shapes and forms of clouds and without warning a golden glow shone turning the colour of some to a soft pink.
The remembrance came. Though I could not and cannot always see it; though the sky be completely covered in clouds of all shapes and forms, densities and colours, every now and then a golden glow shines, even if but for a minute, to remind me that no matter what I see, no matter what appears to be, the sun has not disappeared and is always there. Eventually it will shine through, will burn through the darkness to kiss the day. Nothing changes the reality that though the sun cannot be seen, it does exist.
As always, having pondered Mother Nature and the natural order of things, I turned to self, thinking about those dark days or moments when it seems as though nothing is right and there is no brightness or sun in my life. We cannot deny, no one can deny, that no matter how dark the day or moment has been, the light of our life has always come through for us and brought a radiant smile to our countenance, having made it through the dark clouds of our life, we shine; we always come out of it from behind the darkness to shine. Our inner reflects into the outer; our inner always wins, no matter what appearances there may be on the outward.
Just a brief focus on one of those cloud shapes I gazed upon this morning; the dark, ominous apparently heavy laden clouds, and how amazed I was that they, with their apparent heaviness, did not just plummet to the earth, I am brought to thoughts about just that, thoughts. Do you ever feel so heavy laden with dark and negative thoughts that you feel you just cannot lift your head, just cannot take another step…and yet, somehow you do? Like the dark clouds floating overhead, ultimately they will get rid of what appears to weigh them down; there will be one heck of a thunder storm releasing the negative energy and showering the earth with life giving waters. So too our burdening thoughts. Ultimately we must allow them to be released, or that day will come when indeed, we won’t be able to lift our heads, won’t be able to take that next step. We will be stuck, unable to move in any direction.
But how, you may ask; certainly I ask even as I write, “How do I get rid of those dark clouds, allow the release of the negative?” The answer comes quickly and easily as I write this and I don’t and won’t even know it until it enters this page. The answer is that to dispel and get rid of the negative energy, I must fill up at the “gas station of life” with the positive. As I in-pour the positive it displaces the negative, causing it to rise to the surface and flow out of me. There is not a human, not one of us, that does not have things in his/her life that are positive, that we can think upon. The very fact that I am writing, is that not a gift; I can write, I can spell and at times, can put cohesive thoughts together that make sense. See, there, I’ve just dispelled a negative with a positive thank you…to Him.
Without the clouds, would I truly appreciate the sun? Without those dark moments of my soul, would I ever turn within, seeking the sun of my life, the light of my life, the truth of my life? Honestly, the answer is no and one of the main reasons is that I get so caught up in the artificial pleasures and fleeting moments of apparent happiness that I forget that what is true, what is real and what brings and is everlasting joy – well, it resides within me, waiting to greet me with treasures and awesome truths to ingest and feed upon, that light up my life and make it shine.
