The lovely theme of clouds from a word in your ear fits really well with one of the elemental galleries I have put together from last years photos. The first one was taken on a croft near Plockton, on the edge of the ocean, looking towards the Isle of Skye. The second one was taken at Edinhall Broch deep in the Scottish borders, on a wall that was probably constructed over 2,000 years ago, and is holding up well. The third one was taken as we flew away from the Canaries in the early evening over the Atlantic Ocean.
Clouds are ephemeral, soft and ever shifting, their shapes drifting and swirling above us, never the same from one moment to the next. They seem perfect symbols of my thoughts, and the way they pass through my mind, if I will let them. Often a thought arises and I grab hold of it, analyze it, wrestle with it and end up stuck in some emotional tangle or other. Clouds remind me that I can, if I chose, just watch my thoughts, as I often watch clouds, and let them drift into, through and then out of my awareness without having to do anything with them.
Hundreds of unbidden thoughts will pass through my mind every hour, and perhaps I can just let them. Perhaps there is nothing to be done with them after all, other than notice. Thoughts just like the clouds are ephemeral, soft and ever shifting, if I just leave them to float through. If I don’t let them build up, they needn’t condense and fall as rain or hail or storm into my life. Breathing calmly and watching my thoughts as clouds is so soothing that I’m not sure why I don’t do it more often!