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Feelings come and go like clouds on a windy day. Consious breathing is my anchor. ~ Thich Nhat Hanh
Meat-fare Sunday ... let us become contrite in heart, and confess our sins to the Lord, begging Him to forgive them, and promising not to offend Him any more through violation of His commandments. Then, let us be zealous to faithfully fulfil this promise ...
Clouds are white for the same reason as ice. They are composed of water droplets or ice crystals mixed with air, very little light that strikes them is absorbed, and most of the light is scattered, appearing to the eye as white. Shadows of other clouds above can make clouds look gray, and some clouds have their own shadow on the bottom of the cloud.
Some people force themselves to grow up and lose sight of the things they loved as children. Some day, if I end up in a little cubicle, doing an office job I hate, I'll still make time to stare at the clouds and see bunnies and dinosaurs and ice cream cones and pirate ships.