Undecided weather (as always in England!) meant that at one point it was raining (during a Psychology lesson especially) and the next moment glorious sunshine was shining through home’s window as I settled down for a coffee and a gaze at the clouds in the sky.
I love to look at the sky. The patterns in the clouds. The shades of blue, the changing formations. When I look at the sky I see God. I see light. I see the heavens. I hear the world around me changing in each moment. I alike most of the human population have always dreamed of flying. And I love to watch the birds soar and imagine myself doing it one day in the next life, or in this in a metaphorical sense at least!
Today the clouds looked like bridges. Connecting me and the earthly world to everything transcendental. The bridges in the clouds make me feel as though I am joined to the heavens, even for the briefest of moments, simply because I open myself and let go and let serenity (God’s glorious peace) shine through me and in me and recognize it around me.
Today the clouds looked like bridges, lined in a sea of deep blue, of possibility.
I’m rather philosophical. But I love to see God’s beauty and find connections in every day whenever the opportunity arises…