Life in progress. List 28th June 2010 12.27h

My to do list. My public to do list concerning Twitter and Blogging (disordered):

• Check out writer Dulce Maria Cardoso. I want to read one of her books because she said “I love just let time pass by”. I blogged about her before.
• Re-read Tom Holland's  book 'Rubicon'. Find out why Julius Caesar crossed the Rubicon. Was it survival? Vanity? Or ...? It's a spin-off on this blog.
• Read poems of one of my friends.
• Listen to music of one of my friends.
• Decide if I'll write a bookreview on Robin Olds book 'Fighter Pilot'. I finished it last week.
• Write a non-read-review on book ''THE TEN COMMANDMENTS. How Our Most Ancient Moral Text Can Renew Modern Life'. A book I'll never read.
• Check out website of cloud lovers:  www.cloudappreciationsociety.org. They really exist!
• Find out why Winston Churchill refused twice his Duke title after winning World War II. He was such a proud men and jealous on his nephew's title. Why did he refuse the title he earned himselves? Vanity?
• Re-reading Gerald Brenan's book 'South of Granada'. It's input for a #dream #travel post for @kirsty_wilson
• Pick out the 7 books I'll read in this years summerholiday. I love puzzling on this. Pick up books. Browse a little. Smell at the book - I really do. 

Question: What's your list?

Cloud Catching

 

Sometimes I like to catch clouds. Lazy lying in the grass. The smell of green and hay. The sun on my face. Hands under my head. Watching the big play up in the sky. Big clouds. Smaller clouds. The play of hide and seek of clouds, sun and blue sky.

Sometimes I try to keep up with only 1 cloud. What at first seemed one frozen tuft of wool  is, when I look in detail for some minutes, never really the same. The borders always seem to move more quickly. Correct me if I'm wrong but the clouds always seem - from my point of view - to move up. The wind that blows a cloud in different shapes.

Most of the time when I'm catching clouds I don't realize that a cloud is: a visible mass of little drops of water or frozen crystals in the atmosphere above the surface of planet Earth.

Sometimes the big play of clouds is for me the metaphor of meeting other human beings. They come. They go. They are hidden behind other clouds. Seemingly frozen but when I look in detail never the same.

Last year I was catching clouds in the pasture near the Externsteine in Germany. Looking at clouds. The big rocks (german 'Steine') on the background. The play of hide and seek of clouds, sun and blue sky. All of a sudden one glider making his thermals just in front of me under the clouds. I was so happy. For just a short brief of time everything seemed in balance, peaceful and just the way it has to be. It was just PERFECT.