UP IN THE CLOUDS

I like being up in the clouds. Yes, I do.

Once in a while, absent-mindedly, meditating, thinking, threading ideas together, my imagination sailing into the future, or the past, or a supposed present.

It’s a pleasure to be able to meditate, contemplatively, effortlessly, seeing how ideas come and go like wisps of smoke, steam, that form into clouds.

A lot of good ideas are born in this state, where the conscience is free to roam at will, to wander, to play with whatever emerges from memory or fantasy, from experience… or from an apparent nothingness, so full.

Do you like being up in the clouds?

Hugs, kisses,

Álex