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.