A cloud person has freedom and yet so much responsibility. They are romantic, have deep longings and searchings for serenity and peace.
Clouds, and cloud people are everchanging in appearance, yet the substance remains the same. Clouds expand, shrink, create new colours. The changing of the clouds, like the tree, correlates with the changing of the seasons.
When people meet a cloud they feel they have known them for a long time time, such is their gentle pervasiveness.
Without a cloud, a day could not be. Clouds have such an influence over the mood, the atmosphere. Sometimes this is to the frustration of the tree, but there remains an inextricable bond between the cloud and the tree. This is not so much because of what the cloud does for the tree, but what the cloud will allow the tree to do. Through the clouds movements the tree is affected; it is given light, shaded, protected, stimied and exercised.
It is not so much the cloud itself, it is what is beyond the cloud: the life-giving energy, the higher being, God, love, truth, universe. The cloud is an epitome of all these things.
Gentle like a lamb, but strong in body, mind and spirit.
Gentle enough to float, carelessly through the sky, reflecting the gentle nature of what is beyond the cloud; reflecting the love, the truth, the compassion and the passion.
Strong enough to withstand the ravages of earth’s anger and frustration. And, amidst all of that to remain true to one’s nature; truth. Love.
Cleansing pouring forth the balm of healing, sent when needed from the deep well of healing power. Always storing in preparation for what is needed to love, to heal, to give.
Balancing. Restorative. Tuning.
Floating so strong but still so soft, almost an illusion. Sensitive.
Caring, but not insipid, caressing, in control.
The cloud is seen differently by the eye of the beholder ; something different to everyone.
The truth, the light. The cloud is always seeking and unable to hide from the light. Though darkness may come and appears to erase the cloud, with light brings new glory, new perceptions, new truth.
Cloud people are so often not recognised for what they give and so are sometimes forgotten or not thanked. The sun, the rain they say we need. But oh, to be without a cloud is to be without protection and love. To know not a cloud is to know not life or truth. The cloud balances so delicately, so thoughtfully the sun and the rain, giving or holding back when required.
The cloud pervades our life, searches our soul, reveals the light in us, germinates the seed and inspires the imagination.
I feel so connected with the cloud when I look at their form; whatever shape or shade, my heart aches. I long to be closer, to touch them, to be smothered by their beauty, to float gently upon one. It relaxes me, brings me to tears. I marvel at the beauty of a cloud.
When I was young, one day the clouds showed me how amazing they are. No one could see what I saw. But I truly saw an image that the cloud had shaped itself in to. The shape was daring, free and personal. I thought I was dreaming. I would look away, and look back. The image was still there. Now I know that the clouds wanted to reveal themselves to me, so I would notice them, so I would look up, so I would see possibilities. What love those that lay beyond the clouds have for me, and for all.
I will never forget that moment; it was like a dream but so real. Now I feel privileged that I was granted to share such a special moment.
Oh how grateful one should be if a cloud person; to share the atmosphere and hold up a rainbow; the most beautiful and complete reflection of love. To share centre stage with such beauty; what a privilege; no wonder a cloud is less likely to judge