I took some time today to just sit on a rock, breathe in fresh mountain air, and watch the passing clouds. I didn’t try to make objects out of the shapes, but just watched them move. There were large white clouds that would billow in some places getting larger and puffier. Others were thin and almost see through as they gently floated by. As I watched certain spots, the incredibly blue sky was visible, then covered, then peeking out again. I didn’t ponder, didn’t plan, didn’t think much at all. I just enjoyed being, watching, breathing.
I Found God today just being present.