Above the clouds...
…is where I belong. You are given this one portal to this whole different world, a different view, a different perspective. I get my best ideas and am the most creative up here, above the clouds. Tonight I watched he sunset from above the clouds. I see rivers winding in the craziest patterns. The sky goes from a bright glow that's hard to stare at and orange glow contrasted with the grayish blue that is the clouds and the ground blending together. Slowly the orange gets darker and is enveloped by the darkness of clouds and land coming together.
It is now that the patterns and textures of the land are
enriched. Water masses are highlighted. Clouds gain texture and value. Soon lights will turn on and twinkle below.
Masses of population will become apparent and traffic patterns emerge.
When the sun is out it seems purely about the light and
the clouds but when that is removed it becomes more about the civilization
below, that is consequently asleep. But their mark on the world is still
apparent. Light is the all apparent up
here, it dictates what we see. Whether
it is blinding us above the clouds or illuminating the patterns of population
below.
My mind always wanders when I'm up here.
Maybe because it's the last place to completely disconnect, even though
that is changing. All I have is music
and a free mind. I've already worried
and made my lists and now that that's out there's nothing else I can do or
worth worrying about so my mind is free to wander. And this is where I've
wandered. Purely comes out of what I am
seeing and experiencing, up here, above the clouds
I always wounded if other people think these same things
up here. Do they not wander to the same place while looking at the same clouds?
Every time I'm up here (I love to travel and fly) I start off at the same
point of departure but every time I seem to drift to different places.
Its amazing what starring at slowly ephemeral nature can
do for creativity and mind wandering. I find so much peace in starring off into
space at the ocean or the mountains or my garden, waiting for something to
happen, but also allowing my mind to disconnect and then the purest of thoughts
and inspirations arising to the top. Sometimes
it only takes a couple minutes, other times I just stare in silence for hours. It's good for the soul. Be in the
moment. Trying to find enlightenment. Buddhist thought arising again.
It seems after all this writing that I should be a writer
but I'm so much more of an artist. The artist that I interned from once asked
me if I ever wrote, like in a journal etc. I haven't before but at that
moment I started. It's amazing the simple exercise of writing your
thoughts and ideas does to free up your mind for more creativity and
inspirations. Get one idea out to make
room for another. I now find myself
writing all the time, in journals above the clouds, frantically taking notes in
classes. The act of writing connects
something in my brain and allows creativity to ignite. Who knew that art
could come out of words? Most of my sketchbooks are written descriptions
of what I want to create with small sketches. I'm using both sides of the
brain to create, engineer meets artist.
Clouds at night are like negatives of themselves against
he lighter sky. The sky is still slightly illuminated from the setting sun, a
light blue towards the horizon, and the clouds are a gap dark navy grey.
Be Inspired. Be Bold.
peace&love
Rebecca
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