Don’t we love the sun?! Some of us even worship the sun. Although I welcome the sun, I also find that the sky has much to offer me on cloudy days, rainy days, snowy days, and even after dark.
I love gazing into the sky. It doesn’t matter to me what is happening up there; I absorb and delight in the moment with what “is”. Clouds, for instance, provide an array of entertainment. First, I see a deer, then a perfectly formed chickadee. There are a myriad of cloud types….nimbus, cirrus, alto, stratus, and so on. Each has a story to tell.
Children understand that the clouds offer a picture show …always changing, shape shifting and speaking the language of metaphor and wonder. Return to childhood awe and admiration of what happens in the sky; this is balm to the adult soul, free and accessible 24/7.
Recently I was a passenger on a long road trip. Since I did not have to concern myself with the road, I could fix my eyes on the sky, my favorite past time. Since I was on my way to a family event, my musing was centered on wondering about the spirit of my brother who died a few months ago. Spontaneously while ruminating, I was treated to the appearance of not one, but two sun dogs!
A sun dog is a rainbow-like splash of light appearing in cirrus clouds, usually when the sun is low in the sky. Conditions have to be just right for a sun dog to be created. They are considered little miracles in the sky by most shamanic traditions. These sun dogs, I am certain were an omen, or message, that my brother’s spirit is in good hands and doing well.
The sky is calling us to take a moment, take a breath, look up, and accept her invitation. Will you be attending her show any time soon? Will she have a message for you?