I understand photographing clouds isn’t the most original concept, but I love to do it when they unfold across a clear blue sky or change from white to gold to burgundy, in honor of the sun setting. Lately, my goal is to tune into things I take for granted each day; a simple walking meditation that can be done anywhere, anytime- DAILY. The only thing required is the ability to stop and see what is right there in your path. And, most importantly, allowing yourself to slow down. An example I like is bending down to look at the raindrops on a leaf. In doing this, you will notice its thin, wispy veins in accord with one another. Then you will notice its colors and curvature. Then its perfectly jagged edges and how each side mirrors the other. The more you participate in this meditation practice, the more you will notice. Furthermore, these little discoveries can leave one awe-inspired and grateful for nature’s magnificent artwork. And, by sprinkling these small, meditative moments throughout your day, you will find yourself “dwelling happily in things as they are (drishta dharma sukha viharin).
Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an’ tho’ a cloud’s shape nor hue nor size don’t stay the same, it’s still a cloud an’ so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud’s blowed from or who the soul’ll be ‘morrow?
Do you wish to rise? Begin by descending. You plan a tower that will pierce the clouds? Lay first the foundation of humility.
The poetry that sustains me is when I feel that, for a minute, the clouds have parted and I’ve seen ecstasy or something.
The air up there in the clouds is very pure and fine, bracing and delicious. And why shouldn’t it be?–it is the same the angels breathe.
― Mark Twain