Piles of puffy colored clouds,
Woven together in different shades of pink and orange,
Crowd the far horizon and stretch toward me,
Layer by layer.
The citizens of the clouds have built their fleeting sky-cities before me.
Welcome to the texture of this new day.
Even at this great distance,
I could see the fiery forms changing and shifting,
All in complete silence.
Let heavenly silence descend on you,
Surround you,
And offer a brief respite from all your noise.
Breathe in the quiet air,
Bring it inside you,
And pass it throughout your whole being.
Feel the fresh air come in slightly cool and travel to every part of you,
Your toes and feet,
Your legs and thighs,
Your waist and chest,
Your arms and hands and fingers,
And your neck and head.
You wake up layer by layer.
Under the physical,
Yet part of it,
Is the emotional.
Look for the loose thread,
The feeling out of place,
Waving in the wind,
Wanting attention.
Notice its color and shape and texture,
So that you can pull it out or weave it back into the fabric of your life,
Whichever it needs.
Underneath all the weavings is your loom itself,
Your spirit.
See how your spirit directs the color,
Design,
And expression of who you are living this life of yours.
Find ways to enjoy this garment you wear.
May you appreciate extremes today.
Your gift today is texture.