I found this image many months ago and tucked it into a blogpost draft. Yesterday, when scanning my drafts, I looked at it again and thought about clouds and about sky and about the big view, the way light illuminates and hides what is present, and about what happens when the big clouds of misfortune and sorrow roll in.

There is no way to look at these clouds and see only sorrow and misfortune. There is also depth, color, movement, light, glory.  These clouds are also scary – potent with the possibility of storm and the lightening strikes of death and dismemberment.  The sky is black, the source of the light is hidden.

Sometimes the clouds are so overwhelming that we must dive down, press ourselves against the earth, shiver there.  Jungian Marion Woodman says that to learn humility we must lay flat on the ground, feel the living pulse of the earth, to know that you are part of that pulse.