I love staring at the sky on a blue-sky-fluffy-cloud kind of day. I don’t ever remember a time when I didn’t stare at the amazing shapes they make and conjure up animals, faces, mythical creatures and more from the clouds. I used to lie down and look-up and wait for the right shapes to emerge.
I even went to an amazing piece of outdoor theatre as part of the Brighton Fringe Festival a few years ago which involved lying on giant bean bags staring at the sky while a slightly eccentric lady read anecdotes and scientific facts about clouds. Unfortunately for her the sky was a perfect blue with barely a whisp of cloud in sight . She covered it well.
Watching the clouds form into unique shapes is something I’ve done my whole life. It’s not only about allowing my creativity to run rife. It’s also the feeling of being so small and insignificant compared to the incredible vastness of the sky. I catch my breath, I feel bigger, more spacious somehow, more grounded (funny that ). And I’ve squeezed it into tiny gaps, often almost missing the opportunity to notice them at all.
It’s easier when it’s warmer. I love grabbing a blanket and lying down with small to cloud spot even though she’s really too young and it usually ends (as most games do) with mummy as a human climbing frame. Or when I’m doing the washing up and staring into the garden and the sky beyond. Breathing space.
Today I spotted them on a walk, a brief moment in the midst of the latest game to get us round.
What are you missing out on because you’ve stopped noticing?
PS there’s no prize, but what did you spot in the clouds…?