Rain, rain, it’s been raining for days – and days. And rumbling rain, dripping wet coming in freshets and then just hanging in the air rain; but I’m not going to complain.
First off, it’s Texas, and we don’t get much respite from ole Surya, so when Pawana and Jala mix and give us our brief rainy season, we take it and drink deeply and greedily. And, after the drought, and watching our water dry up and our lake beds crack and our trees die, I think all Central Texans’ll take a week or so more of the sweet, wet world.
Does it help that it comes at a time when we don’t want Austin to look like the greatest place on Earth 9 sure! I mean, we all know it was sunny and warm last week, and it’ll be again, just not before everybody packs up and moves on.
So, because it’s Texas and we do things big, we have big storm with sky-crackin’ rolling thunder. I love it – feels real, and it feels. How often do you get to feel the subtle unspoken energy of sky, to see the lightning and to literally feel the thunder as it crashes? Woke last night to the sound of thunder, how far off, I sat and wondered.
When needed, we get our breaks from it – last night, I officiated at a wedding ceremony, and we didn’t get blue sky, but steely-gray worked really nicely, and we were able to have the ceremony al fresco.
I want to share what I shared there, to begin the ceremony… rain is a sweet teacher; she comes when she is needed, even if not wanted. She makes things clean, and afterwards leaves even more clarity in her wake. She provides threshold – deep difference between what was and what will be, and creates presence by demanding our full attention in her tricks and wiles. And, she is the linking, the union, and the yuj between that which is material, and that which is ethereal.
Mother Earth, open and accepting; Father sky, vast and expressive – and the rain joins the two in a sweet embrace, a dance of energy, and a cleansing of that which will no longer serve, and the nourishment and nurturing of new potentiality.
So, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain down on me… and give thanks and praise.
First off, it’s Texas, and we don’t get much respite from ole Surya, so when Pawana and Jala mix and give us our brief rainy season, we take it and drink deeply and greedily. And, after the drought, and watching our water dry up and our lake beds crack and our trees die, I think all Central Texans’ll take a week or so more of the sweet, wet world.
Does it help that it comes at a time when we don’t want Austin to look like the greatest place on Earth 9 sure! I mean, we all know it was sunny and warm last week, and it’ll be again, just not before everybody packs up and moves on.
So, because it’s Texas and we do things big, we have big storm with sky-crackin’ rolling thunder. I love it – feels real, and it feels. How often do you get to feel the subtle unspoken energy of sky, to see the lightning and to literally feel the thunder as it crashes? Woke last night to the sound of thunder, how far off, I sat and wondered.
When needed, we get our breaks from it – last night, I officiated at a wedding ceremony, and we didn’t get blue sky, but steely-gray worked really nicely, and we were able to have the ceremony al fresco.
I want to share what I shared there, to begin the ceremony… rain is a sweet teacher; she comes when she is needed, even if not wanted. She makes things clean, and afterwards leaves even more clarity in her wake. She provides threshold – deep difference between what was and what will be, and creates presence by demanding our full attention in her tricks and wiles. And, she is the linking, the union, and the yuj between that which is material, and that which is ethereal.
Mother Earth, open and accepting; Father sky, vast and expressive – and the rain joins the two in a sweet embrace, a dance of energy, and a cleansing of that which will no longer serve, and the nourishment and nurturing of new potentiality.
So, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain down on me… and give thanks and praise.
