Second day of the New Year. Starting a cleanse. Scribbling notes for fun & soulful songwriting workshops I hope to lead in 2012. Watching the sky full of plump, pink clouds moving quickly by, pulling their puffy cotton ball offspring behind them.
Where are they going, these clouds? What awaits them when they get there?
In December, a cloud stopped me in my tracks. Dark and rainy highway. On my way to a show of mine in Cambridge MA. Fog thick as cheese cloth. A patch of road littered with debris distracted me and then BAM a stopped car appeared through the ground-kissing cloud. I stomped on the brake. I hydroplaned into the ditch. I sat breathing hard in that ditch for a long time, bruised and shaken with my heart still going 65 mph.
Aren't clouds supposed to be the dreamy proverbial cushions against harm and fear?
Ah, but maybe I misread it. Perhaps that low-hanging cloud was actually protecting me from the tough path ahead. Maybe it fully intended to get me solidly stopped and turned back toward home. Sometimes our own well-meaning trajectory puts us on the wrong course. Or at the wrong time. Or without the tools necessary to be capable of the trip.
And so, white-knuckled and wobbly, I did make my way back home. Which is where I sit now, watching the clouds glide. They make it seem so easy, don't they? Shape-shifting and mysterious. With a watchful eye over my next moves forward. Ready to prevent the next collision I might unintentionally (or otherwise) create.
Happy New Year!
Jennifer
PS....Awe and Thanks to Joni Mitchell for the subject line song quote and my soundtrack for this day.
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