From my window. I can see the sky at night. The clouds last night were slowly floating by and it reminded me of Pema Chödrön, “You are the sky. Everything else id just the weather” It changes, it passes. It provides different experiences for different people. I love the heat and humidity of summer, (Yes I loved this past summer) and while I enjoy the sensory experiences that come with fall, I know it is a precursor for winter of which I am not a fan. Many of my friends prefer the cold to the heat. So who is right? What is the “good weather”? All of it. Every weather condition provides an experience. There is no good or bad. It all passes. I think it is the same for life. There are good and bad experiences based only on individual perspective but really, it’s all good, and the experiences pass.
It is so easy to get bogged down with the “weather” at the moment. With weather we know that it will be warm again or cold again, that the rain will stop. It is a bigger leap of faith to know for certain that whatever we are experiencing will also change. Maybe it’s scarier because we don’t know what change will bring. I wish I were trusting in the universe enough to know that whatever happens will be an experience, and my perception determines good or bad or simply experience.
It is a good example to see the clouds move across the sky. It strengthens my trust. I truly love watching the clouds. I bet everyone has tried to see something in the barometrically formed shapes. Sometimes I just wonder at the beauty of clouds. Even approaching storm clouds have intense beauty. Those are the best times because it only calls for awareness and appreciation. How amazing would it be to see life experiences that way. We try to find the shape, the form so that they makes sense. The human brain is really designed to problem solve. We have to understand why. What a cruel joke the universe played, giving us the mind and intellect hard-wired to question everything but presenting the experiences that defy explanation. Some day I want to just appreciate the beauty. Not dwell on the storm part of the clouds, just be aware and appreciative.
This is my path today. “I am not afraid of storms for I am learning how to sail my ship.” Louisa May Alcott.
Some things are learned best in the calm, others learned best in the storm.