That Lonely Cloud

It’s a very nice day in Northern Arizona. The temperature, currently, is somewhere in the neighborhood of 96-97 degrees, but there is a breeze (I wouldn’t call it a zephyr, but it is rather gentle for this time of year and this part of Arizona) blowing, and that is keeping the heat at bay.

I’m sitting here in the shade, looking out across the landscape, and allowing my mind to form shapes of the fluffy clouds dotting the distant sky. The one over there looks like the continent of South America. Oh, look at that one. There runs a rabbit being chased by a mouse. That big cloud right there…no, not that one. The next to that one. That grayish looking one, right there. Yeah, that one. It almost looks like an elephant. Give it a couple of minutes and it will get there. If I squint just a little bit, it appears to take the shape of a mastodon. And, there’s quite a few cotton balls stacked around, patiently waiting to be shaken loose from the sky that holds them hostage. They might have been on their way to the gin (not the juice, but the gin) before the bright blue sky grabbed them. They’d probably only stopped for a short break, and got caught up in all the excitement of events being tossed their way.

Why am I telling you this? Well, obviously it’s to make a point. Maybe not a point in the traditional sense, but it could be that I’m trying to show how there is a causal relationship between the mind and life. What? What in the hell am I talking about? Sometimes I wonder.

Think about this for a second (maybe longer if you’re a slow thinker like I am). How your mind perceives the landscape, relationships, and events you encounter every day plays a significant role on how you perceive your life. Like that cloud over there. The one right there. That sucker is a volcano an the verge of erupting, and spilling it’s fluffy ash over all the landscape below it. Wait a minute. That’s not a volcano. That looks like a peaceful Sierra mountain waiting for me to put my footprints all up and down it’s forested slopes.

Oh, look. There’s Bugs Bunny. I don’t see Donald Duck…no, wait a minute. It’s getting there. Oh, it almost made it. Looks like a rather pissed off Goofy right now, though. Don’t worry. That will all change in a few minutes. It is just a matter of time before Daisy Duck is all over poor old Donald. Or, maybe Donald is all over Daisy. That will, of course, depend on where your mind is at the particular moment you see Donald and Daisy, together, in the sky above you.

Now think about your morning. Did everything go as you planned, or did you spill the milk and burn the toast? Nothing wrong with that. You didn’t spill the milk. It just jumped out of the carton, and spread itself across the kitchen floor because it figured it was time those tiles underfoot needed a bath.

Didn’t your mother always tell you that charcoal was good for you? No? Well, she must have told the bread, and that knowledge was passed from slice to slice through many generations of loaves, because it darkened itself just so you can stay healthy. Mom’s rule, you know.

So, your morning didn’t start out bad, it started out different than you planned is all. There’s nothing wrong with that. I’ve heard many times throughout my life that if you’ve been handed a bag of lemons, don’t fret. Just squeeze hell out of them suckers, add some ice, and vodka, and viola, any bad day has been turned into a better day.

What I’m trying to get at here is that…oh, look at that lonely little cloud out there all by itself, not a friend around. But, you know, it might not be lonely at all. Without interrupting it’s peaceful existence, and asking it if it would like some company, we will never know if it just decided to go for a stroll across the blue sky alone, or if it was forced out there by all the other clouds because of some misdeed it had committed. Oh, oh. I think the little guy better run. Here comes one big, angry looking sucker, and that little cloud is right in his way. Run little cloud, run.

I’m just trying to tell you that your outlook on things around you will greatly influence how you feel about those events that make up your life. Some think that you’re only given one shot at life. Others say that you experience multiple lives. In either case, we can be pretty sure that we live this particular life we’re in only once (I sure hope so, anyway), so why not make the most out of it. Enjoy it to death. Don’t be like the little cloud that will disappear if it catches you staring at it. No. Be like the hurricane that sets its eye on Florida, and then steps out there and says hello. Take yourself outside and talk to the clouds awhile. Then, make some lemonade and invite the neighbors.