Clouds

cloudsWarm fall days and puffy clouds filled the sky.  My red headed friend and I had watched the summer fade together and our summer friends had disappeared. It was too early to build leaf houses under the big old elm trees and we played so much hopscotch at school that it was tiring to do now.  Instead, we wandered to a spot on a cottagers lawn.  It had a slight slope toward the lake and we lay in the sweet, dewy green grass of early evening looking to the clouds.

The clouds held all sorts of billowing magic which changed from moment to moment.  One glance and there were faces of people.  Friends we knew and old people we had met.  The next moment it changed again and held all sorts of animals.  Some were the horses of the cowboy movies or the dogs and cats of the neighbourhood.  Suddenly they became the creatures of the zoo: lions, elephants, giraffes and gazelles which leapt across the sky as if it were an African plain.  Suddenly again they were fairies and dragons and other stuff of fantasies.

And on the ground, a preying mantis caught our eyes.  He was real and very green and we watched him dance on a stick we held as we watched, entranced.  Then again we rolled over on our backs and watched the clouds and the gathering starlings as they all danced in waves and winds across the sky.

 

 

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About Peggy Guiler

You just never know what show up on my blog. As the name implies it is about the stuff of life just like Spilt Milk. Everyday events spark thought and contemplation. Special events in the community, the country or the world may strike a cord and get me talking. Sometimes it's about people in my life or circumstances, sometimes about my garden, sometimes about a book or a political issue. Always it's about something I am passionate about. In my business, River of Hope Enterprises, I work as an "Associate Certified Coach" (International Coach Federation), a trainer, consultant and speaker. and soon to be, spiritual director. I also drive a school bus to keep the wolf from the door while I build my business. I love the kids on the bus (most of the time). My family is grown and I have three grandkids who thrill my heart but I don't get to see any of them very often. Circumstances of life have made "family" difficult. My son died by suicide at age 16 in 2000 and the strain on our family relationships since has been huge. Mental health is a field where I worked for almost 20 years and where I still do some consulting and training. That combined with my own battle with depression and my son's death weave together to form some of my greatest soap box items: suicide intervention, suicide bereavement and peer support in mental health are right on the top of my list. Social justice is an underlying passion. Keeping the wolf from the door as a single parent was full-time work and my career path as a journalists was augmented with cleaning contracts, cooking, retail clerk, and bartending. I have known hard work and am grateful for the experience and perspective it has given me. My own passion for learning has now taken me toward a new field as a Spiritual Director. I am studying with the Ontario Jubilee Program. This new field I believe puts all my talents with people into one place which and may​ become something I can continue into retirement. Supporting people is what I do best. Woven into all of this is my love of writing. Trained as a Journalist, and having worked in the field as a freelance news writer for many years, I have a great love for writing. This blog is a new beginning for me. As I hone my skills and begin to form a daily discipline of writing I hope it will lead to more writing in the future.
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One Response to Clouds

  1. Monte Reeves says:

    Were you speaking of Rae?

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