Dark clouds come to every life in many different forms. Storms in life are inevitable. The struggle to get out from behind that seemingly endless black mass leaves many drained of energy and hope. The constant plea to “keep on keeping on” has grown silent. The mind has reached that point where it has chimed in with all other signs that it’s time to just give up.
Everything that seemed solid, unchangeable, permanent has disappeared into nothingness. A pile of rubble that even scavengers wouldn’t bother with. Head hanging low, afraid to look up for fear of what you might see. Yet there is still that one spark of something that refuses to surrender. With all the internal, mental strength left you slowly raise your view to the horizon. Then it happens!
Great big puffy white clouds. Like so much cotton candy just waiting to be devoured. What is it about blue skies and white clouds that can be so soothing, so encouraging? The concussion from the relentless thunder and lightening left you rattled and shaken. Those big, billowing collections of vapor almost seem to give back that which the storm has taken.
You’ve been there haven’t you.Those storms have invaded your life, as have the floating softness that always follows. It always follows, yet some refuse to look up and see. The soft green of the valleys give rise to the hills, where trails weave their way to the top, disappearing over the rise to parts yet to be discovered.
Someone has walked those trails. Maybe it was another like you, realizing there was a reason to keep on. You have a choice to stay and start over, or forge ahead to build something new out there somewhere. Either way you win.
By doing anything after one of those devastating storms has taken it all away, the human spirit shows it’s resilience to resist accepting a void. Some stay in a state of imagination, of what’s next. Visions that remain so. You cannot rest with the what if, rather picking up and taking what’s at hand to make a definite change.
Your head is in the present, as your heart soars with the clouds and all that is possible. The clouds are forever moving, changing, covering the sun one moment and parting to allow those beams to light your path the next instance. It’s not the “yellow brick road” leading to a fantasy. Each step you follow is precise, part of an emerging plan that has taken up residence in your senses. It grows, pulsates with life and purpose, enticing you on with hope renewed.
As you rest from all that has passed, the clouds again make themselves visible, inviting you to join. Floating up brings instant exhilaration to your whole being, as you sense the presence of an energy taking possession of those parts of you that were in turmoil. A you know without doubt a healing is taking place.
Where are you? In the present, but fully aware that something spiritual has just happened. You are whole again, ready for what’s next.