My sky is filled with passing thoughts and a variety of emotions. These are as transient as the cover photo on my preferred packet of cigarettes in the 1960’s called “Passing Clouds”.

Being able to regard my thoughts as fleeting images passing inside my skull has been such a boon!

Everything is still “real”, but I no longer need to fixate on my emotional flow.

What has changed is the vivid newness which arrives with my internal weather. I look, I see, I am pleasantly surprised by the temporary states lighting me from the external