Tag: Clouds

Daybreak Intent

by Ebb Then Flood

 

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Early this morning; another Monday with it all ahead, but with a head that is somewhat emotionally clouded.

The short walk to the train tosses up a cloudscape of its own.

One radiant with a warm energy.

An ornamental pole stabs at the fiery sky with a directness and intent that was lacking in me.

There is a simple message for me there: upwards and onwards, mate – the day will follow your intent.

And just pausing to admire the scene and take a picture is a simple way to take you out of your own head…

 

 

Transitory

by Ebb Then Flood

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You can’t make this stuff up really.

Perfect cumulus cloud puffs arrayed in the sky, as they were late yesterday afternoon at home.

So perfect they don’t look real.

But it’s not the form of the clouds that really exercises my mind . It’s their fleeting, transitory nature.

Always appearing from out of nowhere, adorning the moment and then moving on, never to be replicated exactly.

You cannot capture clouds, save in photos.

And all that does is freeze their vapoury uncertainty to fit a frame that cannot ever contain their truth.

Rather than pillowy comfort, I associate clouds with uneasy change.

Change, and being fully present in the moment, are challenges for me – clouds are thus my ultimate mindfulness tools, for their unique presence cannot last…

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(for more clouded thoughts, see: Cloud’s Illusions ).

 

Cloud’s Illusions

by Ebb Then Flood

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Spring in Auckland – a stack of sun, reams of rain – and cumulus clouds like these reflecting both.

Clouds are for dreamers.

You can see what you want in their shapes.

Giant sheep and rabbits; Jesus; your late father’s face; portents of the future or maybe the outline of a Central Asian country…

Anything you like, everything  you could imagine.

All illusory, but not necessarily in a bad way.

Queen Joni once sang :

” I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now

   From up and down and still somehow

   It’s cloud’s illusions I recall

   I really don’t know clouds at all ”

             – (Joni Mitchell, ‘Both Sides Now’)

 

 

Wires Signal Evening Rain

by Ebb Then Flood

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All the way along the waterfront on the train today , the rainclouds hovered darkly just above a layer of evening light.

They were still that way as I alighted onto the platform.

Ominously some might say.

Not me, for the anticipation of rain and its release upon us is so wonderfully life affirming.

And what was signaled has now fallen with great intent…