I’ve been in Sudbury for the past couple of days with my job.  When I planned the trip, I didn’t anticipate the work that would suddenly consume me in the past week, and the relatively short travelling period – ten minute walk to the airport, 30 minute checking in and waiting, one hour flight, twenty minute collection of bag and rental car – is still a hole in the work day I can’t afford.

When I arrive it’s a luscious late summer’s day.  I’m reminded that it’s really early autumn when I descend into the near-north landscape and find the annual show of autumn leaves has begun.  In my mind I will the plane to hang there and let me look for awhile.  I think of my father only an hour away on the island and I wish I’m visiting him instead.

I’m preoccupied with work during my stay.  And at the same time I’m finding it tremendously hard to concentrate.  I’d heard from some of my intuitive painting people from the workshop just past (post still coming!) that the mind would continue to want to play games and do its own thing after the experience.  And as much as I hate it, I’m having to reel it in during this first big proposal since I started this job.  The two-and-a-half days away are an unruly mental battle. 

Today I return to the airport in Sudbury to go home and as much as it agitates me to think of time away from the document and how am I going to catch up, I’m really looking forward to that little journey in the sky.   As we lift away from the earth, I’m engaged with the autumn colour, until the clouds begin to veil over the view.  My half-day anticipation of colour and lakes and green fades away before my eyes and I sit back in my seat, resigned to being back in the city and work only an hour away.

My disappointment, however, washes away with the landscape when I am reminded what it is like to mingle with the clouds.  

For an hour I float.  I imagine I can stay here for as long as l like, up here where there are no proposals and no deadlines and my mind is free to wander wherever it likes.  I wonder, is that what they were thinking of when they thought up heaven?


  1. Reply
    The Querulous Squirrel September 29, 2011

    Absolutely. While they didn’t have planes, they must have climbed high mountains. I think of Moses climbing Mt. Sinai to talk to God.

  2. Reply
    Q. Squirrel September 29, 2011

    Oh, and I just posted about you.

  3. Reply
    Jennifer September 29, 2011

    Q Squirrel, I’m honoured. Really. And I’m looking forward to finding out about YOUR beautiful things. (And books, and memoir posts and… :0)

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    Jennifer September 29, 2011

    oh yes – there’s something to be said about one whose head is in the clouds! (I always said, anyway!)

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    Marilyn October 1, 2011

    As much as I love leaves, and lakes and colour, clouds are my great love. being in plane flying through them or above them is magic, so too is lying on the grass looking up at them… maybe that is what heaven is like 😉
    Your intuitive painting workshop intrigues me…

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    Selma October 2, 2011

    Mingling with clouds is something else, what the angels do I suppose. I think the clouds were created to remind us that one day, if we play our cards right, we won’t always have to keep our feet on the ground…..

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    Jennifer October 3, 2011

    Marilyn, I always love your cloud pictures! And yes, it is magic.
    STILL plan to talk about the painting – have been so busy!

  8. Reply
    Jennifer October 3, 2011

    That’s a lovely thought my friend.

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