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pearl wrote:
The sky actually remained a source of absolute, awe inspiring deep fascination to me...the night skies, the rainy skies, the sunny skies, the lightening thunderbolts...a great realtionship with a most incredible immensity and intensity came into being all thru my growing up years...and it was ever new, interestingly...even to this day.
Interesting that you say that Pearl. For as long as I can remember...severe weather or the threat of severe weather has always had a calming effect on me. Even the approach of a large tornado once put me in a totally calm state that was/is indescribable. All the drugs I did in my life never came close to duplicating the effect.
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that's understandable..
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BobD wrote:
pearl wrote:
The sky actually remained a source of absolute, awe inspiring deep fascination to me...the night skies, the rainy skies, the sunny skies, the lightening thunderbolts...a great realtionship with a most incredible immensity and intensity came into being all thru my growing up years...and it was ever new, interestingly...even to this day.
Interesting that you say that Pearl. For as long as I can remember...severe weather or the threat of severe weather has always had a calming effect on me. Even the approach of a large tornado once put me in a totally calm state that was/is indescribable. All the drugs I did in my life never came close to duplicating the effect.
Indeed, Bob, totally indescribable. There is something there in that indescribable immensity of a thunder bolt, the dark over cast sky before a storm...or the clear unfathomable, bottomless night skies with billions of stars, galaxies...something words cannot touch...describe. Glad we can see,'feel' this together. So wonderful.
Was just sitting at my kitchen table just now, and looking out at the sunny skies with a few dark clouds hanging here and there, but the sun is way too powerful and bright and the clouds din't seem to bother and just happy to float along...some clouds were bright white and some had a shade of dark in the middle...all moving along...well, ofcourse it's us who are moving, right, not the clouds?
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Oh no, well, the clouds too move, not just us, and how nice that! :-)
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kirsten wrote:
when i was a child i saw a factory with a chimney
and i was sure that's the place clouds were made
That's funny, cute and a bit sad I must say. :-)
Where I grew up in childhood the skies seemed soooooo high up in the day, but so close at nights.
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As a child too I never had any problems with anyone, with the world, with the people, with life, but people certainly did all for nothing really. Every irrelevant thing was made into a big deal, like a big drama! :-)
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