The mind, at it’s essence, is a blue sky. Pure, expansive, open and free.

Every thought that crosses your blue sky is a cloud. There are clouds that just float past and there are clouds that gather and accumulate. Sometimes they gather until you can no longer see your blue sky. Sometimes they just grow and grow until they erupt into a terrific thunderstorm.

If you can feel a thunderstorm of thoughts forming right now, know that the rain will always wash away the old clouds and restore clarity.

Remember your blue sky mind and remember that every thought is just a cloud.