I remember as a young girl, about ten, lying flat on my back in the soft green grass. My left knee bent and left foot firmly planted on the ground. My right ankle was allowed to dangled and sway from the rocking motion of my knee.
The clouds would drift along, going somewhere, yielding for no one, and leaving behind it the brilliant blue sky and the golden rays of the sun.
As my eyes were fixed on the clouds, I could find something with every single one. A rabbit. A whale. A puppy dog with flailing ears with a fish in its mouth. Each cloud was something spectacular, none too large or too small to be important.
And now, forty years later, I am still a dreamer. I still am at peace when my bare feet are in the soft green grass. And, I still look above.
I still search for something in every cloud.
I watch and wait. I see the Light. I see the sunbeams left behind.
I wonder where the clouds are going.
And when the darkened clouds appear, I remember the promise of rain.
The dark clouds teach me… to pause…
I can run home and seek shelter… or I can dance in the rain because the cloud is just passing by.
I remember, lying flat on my back in the soft green grass, that the rain goes away and the sun will shine again.
And, I am grateful that my planted left foot allows the right one to dangle freely.
Maryann Raccosta
Author, The Survivor, The Hero & The Angel-
A Mother's Story - One Decade
www.thesurvivortheherotheangel.com