Back to/from the fray

Back from a week of purdah in Michigan, in a snowy cabin on a frozen lake. How serene the place was as compared to the world in general. I also realized something anew as I flew back. On the ground, it was overcast with light snow. As my plane took off we flew up through the clouds and then suddenly burst through to the most beautiful golden orange sunlight dancing on the silver clouds beneath us. Some light scattered and made rainbows over the clouds. To one side there was a mighty wave of clouds, looking like a huge surfer's wave, frozen in time. I could also see the shadow of the plane flitting along on the cloud tops. I could wax lyrical for hours on many messages and symbols I was thinking of, but the main one was that the sun is always shining, it's just that sometimes we can't see it for the clouds. If you can fly above, you will be in perpetual sunshine. Reminds me of how God is seated in the heavenlies. He always sits in the light and doesn't have to worry about anything. We all worry, only because we can't see what's really happening...the clouds are obscuring the light for the moment. A break in the clouds always comes, together with a new awareness of seeing the light, and it's power and beauty. Must be a message there somewhere.