I feel it is time for me to expound on things - the simple things of life that too many people have forgotten. Cloud gazing is one such example. I'm sure we all participated in this game as young children. I know I did. This is not a childish “sport”. It serves to open the mind to your imaginations eye, and our imagination is one of the very few things that we all need in this time and age. Da Vinci must surely have drawn on his imagination to roll out the copious volumes of work that he did; everything from anatomy, ballistics and physics, through to paintings such as “Madonna on the Rocks”, “The Last Supper”, “Mona Lisa”, and “Virtruvian Man”.
If we were without our imagination, we would become static, stagnant, dying breed. Take the time to lie back down on a sunny day and relax... really relax... let the sun make you drowsy, and cast your gaze up... up to the skies... to the clouds... Forget the work commitments, agendas, briefs, and office politics. You don't get paid for dwelling on these in YOUR time.
So, gaze and let your mind wander. Don't try to force your imagination. Do not try to make sense of what you are seeing. What is is what it is - nothing more, nothing less. You cannot take photos of cloud shapes. They are NEVER what you can see in them. You can try to experiment, but that big white fluffy thing in the center of the photo is NOTHING like the two-headed, winged, fire-breathing dragon you can still see in your minds eye. And the changes! Constantly changing... your dragon becomes a galloping horse at the beach, a bird of prey, then a Mastiff dog, a rabbit, a cow, a tree, and a frog. And each shape morphs into the next like quicksilver. No blanks, no nothingness, just a continual flux within the peregrinations of your brain.
Cast off your inhibitions. Who cares what other people think of them? NOT ME!!! I just say, “Stuff you”, and continue to do what I like. I lay back and listen to vintage Pink Floyd, and gaze upwards, forever upwards, towards the clouds. Extraneous thoughts are not allowed in. My chemical barriers will not let them in. Yet they also opens the pathways of the imagination. Long may the cloud gazers rule.
