Early-ish this morning I took the dogs, my cup of coffee and my journal out to the back patio to get some fresh air and settle my mind before I committed whole-heartedly to the day. The morning was perfect - not too hot, not too cold, and not raining. I needed this because today had on its agenda a few moderately stressful tasks. I had my pen in hand ready to start writing my Morning Pages (I am a follower of Julia Cameron, author of
The Artist's Way and other books that stoke the fires of the artist within.). A singing bird above grabbed my attention and I looked up to see if I could catch a glimpse of this feathered chorister. As my eyes turned skyward I saw this.
For reasons that I can't really explain, I was mesmerized by this pattern in the sky. It's not miraculous; it's not even mysterious. It is the result of contrails, easily explained by science. Nonetheless, I had quite the philosophical discussion with myself about the imagery, symbolism and metaphorical meaning of these three intersecting lines. I could bore you with my thoughts; but instead I will leave you either to wonder why someone can be so easily amused by contrails or to enjoy the magic of the image yourself.
Happy Thursday!
For reasons that I can't really explain, I was mesmerized by this pattern in the sky. It's not miraculous; it's not even mysterious. It is the result of contrails, easily explained by science. Nonetheless, I had quite the philosophical discussion with myself about the imagery, symbolism and metaphorical meaning of these three intersecting lines. I could bore you with my thoughts; but instead I will leave you either to wonder why someone can be so easily amused by contrails or to enjoy the magic of the image yourself.