Above the clouds, there isn’t the rain

Storms are a matter of perspective

So is the rain

In terrential rain my plane took off from Newcastle airport on Saturday morning, the rain streaming down the windows as it taxied along the tarmac

As it took off, yes there was a tiny bit of extra turbulance through the low lying cloud

The cloud become whiter and whiter as the plane ascended

The windows in got brighter, the light shine
Above the clouds, blue, bright sky.

White clouds

Rain is about perspective

Pain is about perspective

Shame is about perspective

Seeing rain from above, changes things

Rain can’t be avoided but can be pushed through, to see what’s above, to see rain from a distance

Like rain and clouds, I am not pain, or shame, or emotions,

I..just..am

I am the watcher , I am the life that can make new things happen, I am life that can be compassionate towards myself
I am the watcher than can see.

In the continued path of self compassion the flight gave me to opportunity to sense and feel the wonder of the universe, clouds from a different perspective. May

May I feel the joy and wonder of the universe, may I choose to love myself in the midst, in the clouds and above the rain and storms. May I experience the deep joy and gratitude of being myself.