When it rains, there is an element of chaos, of disruption and of beauty, just like life.
Some of us sway to the sound of the falling rain.
The waving trees look eternal and brand new , all at the same time.
Some of us worry about the rain drops on our suede shoes :)
Sometimes things go well, and sometimes they don’t go as planned.Yet this is also part of the plan.
It is the cycles of the world, the rhythms of nature, that are in play. Do we play along ?
The heavy rain quietens the heart and brings a sense of exhilarating peace as we accept the moment. At other times we slip , as we often will, and still laugh. We now learn to discern which tiles of the floor to step on.
So it rains. If it is a storm we weather it, we brave it, for we know its the Creator’s Gracious Will, and we know there will be dawn. In simple rain, we smile and let our hearts and every part of our soul -sing.
Its lovely when we slip and fall , then get up, turn back and smile, knowing that its okay, even fun, to fall.
When there is wisdom and loveliness of the world all around us, slipping seems small , even cute and interesting , a pebble on a gorgeous way.
The rain brings forth the wisdom within, the acceptance of mistakes, the celebration of nature and nourishment, of renewal and joyous creation. It reminds us to simply -in this moment – be.
To smile at mistakes, to laugh at ourselves and to see the beauty in everything and within.
It is a beautiful world!
When the rains fall, when car windows have droplets upon them, and we listen to soft music, on a lush green drive, then all is well.
When we fumble a little, in the face of something new, and its rains, we know this is also the nourishment we need, of the earth and the soul.
When we drop in on a friend at work and see her cubicle full of pink memorabilia, we smile at the childlike innocence of our dreams, and hope it lasts forever.
When we come home to a hot meal, and warm blanket, we’re rested – secure inside.
So it rains on,
on the floor we may slip at,
on the streets as they’re washed anew,
onto our spirit as we rest in this moment,
and all is well.
It’s poignant, its acceptance, its renewal, its surrender, its absolutely beautiful.
The rain and what it does to the spirit inside.