Photo Credit: Joseph Belanger
Simply by thinking I stood among the clouds. They sur-
rounded and passed me, being and becoming. Blood
released into clear water. Breath into cold air. Formless-
ness entering form, forced into form. Breathing felt huge
then smaller than a cell. And I thought,"Don't the clouds
themselves feel ambivalent between heaven and earth,
hardly more substantial than their shadows? They come
into being as randomly as we do. And they disintegrate.
They go. What is the lifespan of a cloud? We want to float
among them, loving the colossal, shot through with
crooked pins of fire, towering side by side.
How did I get up there? I was thinking about changing
my life and wanted to talk to a cloud, since clouds are
always changing. And the clouds said, "How long has it
been since you felt completely happy? Because you are
always dissatisfied, always disappointed - it has been a
long time. Talk to us. We are admired and disparaged.
We are less than everything you compare us to except
nothingness. We are not nothing. Talk to us. Our silence,
like the new shapes we are forever assuming, will be sym-
pathetic. In the clouds, you will understand yearning as
you never have and come back to earth changed, who
- Mark Jarman, from "In the Clouds"
Dana Wyss Healing Arts
Breathe deeply, practice often, be well.