Clouds are lazy creatures. Hanging in the sky waiting for their next instruction from the wind. Smoothing themselves across the blue like strands of ribbon or the leftovers of God’s giant powder-puff after she’s put her makeup on in the morning. Sometimes they seem like lots of sheep, queueing to get into heaven. One of the best books to come out in the last few years is The Cloudspotter’s Guide and the companion The Cloud Collector’s Handbook, which has a cloud on each page and you can tick them off as you see them.
It’s the perfect thing to take on the Appalachian Trail. Not only do you have the time, you are climbing hills and strolling through valleys and seeing so many different climates, you are bound to see many different cloud formations.
I flew a lot as a child and I always imagined people living in the clouds in transparent cities. In my mind I was always stepping magically through the bulkhead of the plane, out on to the wing and skipping over the clouds to meet the creatures who inhabited them.
I loved that time in my life, when my imagination was my truest companion. I loved that feeling you get when your imagination takes over. It makes everything seem possible.
Why do we leave behind that feeling that we have as children that anything is possible? It would serve us so well as adults if we just remembered that anything is possible.
Do you think that the person who first shaped the wheel saw the end result being the car? It’s our imaginations and our belief in the possibilities of life that have bought us this far. All you need to do is believe in infinite possibilities.
Imagine, someone, somewhere out there right now is imagining a way for us to feed the whole world in an instant, or cure AIDS/HIV or even cancer. If you choose, you can be that person. Just open your mind and let the infinite flow in.