Rain, rain, rain;
it’s been raining every couple of days for days...
Some rumbling rain, dripping wet coming in freshets and then other times just hanging-in-the-air rain; but I’m not going to complain.
give us our brief rainy season, we take it and drink deeply and greedily. I love it – feels real, and it feels... to me, rain is one of the most sensual of the 'weathers', if I can call them such. 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; and to feel the changing nature of each drop, from most insistent to least detectable?
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.
and in this dwindling daylight season, the lengthening of night and the drawing of the chill, we tend to draw in any way; to the hearth, to the home, to the beloved ones, to our friends. in the glow of that fire, as we stave off the chill and the wet, we can dream of the days to come, and see what these seasons bring.
so, let it rain… and give thanks and praise.
it’s been raining every couple of days for days...
Some rumbling rain, dripping wet coming in freshets and then other times just hanging-in-the-air rain; but I’m not going to complain.
give us our brief rainy season, we take it and drink deeply and greedily. I love it – feels real, and it feels... to me, rain is one of the most sensual of the 'weathers', if I can call them such. 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; and to feel the changing nature of each drop, from most insistent to least detectable?
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.
and in this dwindling daylight season, the lengthening of night and the drawing of the chill, we tend to draw in any way; to the hearth, to the home, to the beloved ones, to our friends. in the glow of that fire, as we stave off the chill and the wet, we can dream of the days to come, and see what these seasons bring.
so, let it rain… and give thanks and praise.
