For years, decades really, I’ve daydreamed of watching clouds.
Cloud gazing the way I did when I was a little girl, about the same age as my daughter is now.
The way you see in movies, or read about in books. Laying on my back, the grass tickling the backs of my knees, and simply witnessing the white cotton ball puffs drifting across the sky.
Occasionally seeing the shapes of animals and faces, but mostly just breathing, being, and existing in the present moment. Not the pain of the past or the anxiety of the next day, just right here in the now.
As an adult, and probably more so as a parent and small business owner, I simply haven't scheduled or allowed time for cloud watching, and certainly not for just being. Without knowing it, I've been feeling it. The feeling has been building, and it was only recently that I even became aware of it.
In the past few weeks, I’ve watched the clouds more times than I have since before I can remember.
It’s simply beautiful. To be.
