Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Conversation and clouds

Lots of traffic lately. Everyone caught in the Holiday Rush. And every year, we stress about the holidays, although every year we do seem to get the truly important things done.

Tonight we had dinner with a friend. His wife and daughters are back in the Midwest for a week, as it may be her mother’s last Christmas. We had good conversation about recent experiences, frustrations, movies, mutual friends, religious beliefs; stories about professors and grandmothers; places where we’ve previously lived. And time seems to change during this kind of sharing; it morphs, much like clouds do when blown by upper atmospheric winds.

Maybe a remedy for Holiday Rush is to go outside and look up, into the sky. Even though rushed by the wind, clouds modulate, adapt, and finally become what they are meant to be. May we be as wise.

You must not blame me if I do talk to the clouds. – Henry David Thoreau

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