Tag: rain

After the Rain.

The pond is always clearest in the morning after a rain. As if the passing storms were somehow necessary to secure this amplitude of peace.

The ‘calm before the storm’, they always say. But, what of the moments following? The sound of nature breathing in, resigning itself to these patterns of earth. Knowing that our “infinite expectation of the dawn, does not forsake…even in our soundest sleep.”

Each day, we return to the sanctity of nature’s thriving beat; the sweet scented herb and the starry starry nights. Impervious to the threat of driving rains; just as in nature – we remain…

Our hearts ‘made better’ through this passing rain.

In peace…

Namaste ❤

In This Space of Peace.

I was watching the rain from the window this morning. The world seems quieter – perhaps, more ‘at peace’ with each measure of droplet’s renewal.

As the pattern breaks against windowsill, the dance of mind diminishes; comforted by the lesser draw of moment, absent distraction.

The peace of many becomes the peace of one, and we are forever enriched.

“Just as the soft rains fill the streams,
Pour into the rivers,
And join together in the oceans,
So the power of every moment
Of your goodness flows forth to awaken
And heal all beings;
Those here now, those gone before, those yet to come.”

In peace, my loves…just as the rain…

Namaste ❤️

Through Softness of Morn.

The air felt soft this morning, like the blessing of petals following a mid-summer’s rain. Beyond the horizon, a lilac hue – a herald of clouds welcoming, at last, this warmth of day.

In the moments before the entirety of world wakes, there is a tender pause — a space between the rise and fall.

Where breath reaches inward to will, and finding hope’s resolve cries out before all heaven and earth…

“My faith shall carry me forward – and my heart shall rise once more.”

In life we often disallow — tempering that voice which beckons the call. The one which serves to extend the soul, through the frailty and whim of life’s finer details.

And, yet somewhere in between – this stream of consciousness wraps and bends; a gentle break in which wisdom bows to divine ascension.

We are what we believe, and so much more — we are the voice that cries through softness of morn.

In peace, my loves…

Namaste ❤️

Shall I Know You As I Do the Rain?

Shall I know you as I do the rain; a tempered softness within the sweet cascades?

Bounded only to this fleeting impermanence; of life, of love, of ‘ever after.’

To which the will, at mind’s behest; though paling through this endlessness.

Of inner voice strengthened through tempoed pace; and will restored through milky grey.

Shall I know you as I do the rain; as glory shining brighter than any praise might claim.

In peace, my loves…

Namaste ❤️

In the Stillness of Rain.

I was having such difficulties writing this morning, the result I’m sure of a restless night’s sleep.

It happens, you know, from time to time – the mind reaches, though to no avail. And, generally when our hearts are seeking.

Through the years I’ve learned, some matters can not be forced. Rather, they must be revealed…in and of its own way.

Just as gratitude within an unyielding rain. And, the tenacity of speckled lead against the howling winds. Our kingdom awaits through lessened pace.

This is the essence of life’s gentle unfolding — patience, simplicity and willingness. In this way, the nature of self is revealed.

Wishing you peace, my loves. And, remember…

Where the mind is still, we find our bliss.

Namaste ❤️

A Little Something About Splashing in the Rain.

A year ago, my neighbors would have looked at me oddly from the window. But, now they’ve come to realize – barefooted in rain puddles is the *only* way to live.

And, how joyful that they’ve ‘opened’ enough to finally come join me here.

My grandmother used to say, “Once a moment has passed, it’ll never find its way here again.”

So, these days I don’t wait for the moment to be ‘right’ – rather, I kick off my shoes and splash around in the rain instead.

I take long walks on overgrown trails, flip over rocks and marvel at snails. I count the spots on a ladybug’s wings. I eat dessert first, and as many as I please.
I give love and share love as often as its needed.

And, isn’t that the way we should be living?

Yes, I could have easily watched the storms pass from coziness of my bed. But, my goodness, can you imagine just what might have been missed?

I would have missed the scent of rain moving in; or the coolness of droplets forming against skin. I’d have missed the squealing of little ones scampering past. Or, the smiles of parents hoping it might last.

Indeed, and with just a little bit of silliness, and a tossing of caution to the wind – you and I, my dearest darlings, together – we bring these miracles near.

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When Leaf Bows to Rain.

My darlings, I read the most beautiful passage this morning.

From Pat Weiss, founder of the Still Water “Friend’s House” Retirement Community Mindfulness Group.

“The leaves bow when touched by a drop of rain,

showing their appreciation for the nourishing,

welcome gifts of water.

We put our hands together like a lotus bud and bow,

expressing our joy, respect and gratitude for

all that is.”

Though the words are rather simple, the imagery is quite profound. That a leaf might bow in gratitude to a single drop of rain, so too – must we express our gratitude for ‘all that is.’

Gratitude has such a warmth about it. Feel it for just a moment, and our whole world may be instantly transformed.

Gratitude is our invitation to surrender before this miraculous scope of Divine intervention.

It is right here, within the heart of our appreciation – that we find a hope that is so graciously everlasting.

Namaste, my beautiful hearts. And, on this day – I wish you peace.

Oh, yes…and, perhaps a little something extra for my chickadees.

The Chill of a January Rain.

It was an opinionated rain this morning.

As droplets formed into crystalline chips, snapping rhythms against the limbs. And words lingered in the swirl of hushed breath.

Meanwhile, the sky rumbled on…something about the sun’s late arrival.

Halfway home, the clouds shifted into a wintered, weathered grey. I reached my hand forward, in rounded cup – as the heavens opened up. Reminding me of these cherished wonders – “music, laughter, the physics of falling leaves…holding hands, the scent of rain.”

“Last night
the rain
spoke to me
slowly, saying,
what joy
to come falling
out of the brisk cloud,
to be happy again
in a new way
on the earth!” – Mary Oliver

Though, some might complain – my darlings, I’ll take the chill of rain on any day.