When we were children we would
lie on our
backs in the grass to watch the sky. The clouds overhead became flying
horses or dancing people, while some became vehicles of dreams.
In our childlike wonder, we
lived in those
clouds and dreamed of things not within our reach. We dreamed of far
off
places where mountains hide mysteries and waterfalls called our
name.
We left this world and soared
in our dreams
on a cloud. We had tea parties with royalty or danced the night away
listening
to our favorite music.
As adults, we now look to the
clouds and feel
anger when we see our outdoor plans spoiled by a storm. We look to the
sky and refuse to see the dreams hidden within the billowing mounds.
In today’s world of strife,
illness, and discord,
we need the childlike qualities of dreaming in wonder and visualizing a
world encased in love and hidden beauty to help us to survive. We need
to lie back on the grass and build castles of dreams with billowing
clouds.
We need to regain the ability
to see beauty
where there is ugliness. We need to have faith our dreams will succeed.
We need to regain the ability to allow the child within each of us to
play
and to bring a sense of wonder to a world that tends to overwhelm us
with
its atrocities.
We need again to feel joy as
we run through
the rain instead of cursing our wet hair. We need to allow ourselves to
have cloud parties and to once again feel the wonder and the happiness
in which we were once so familiar.
We need to allow the child
within each of us
to lead us into a world of beauty where tea parties on clouds and
contentment
can be ours if we just stop long enough in our journey to look at the
clouds.
©
2003 Brenda “Rion”
Sewell
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