“From where we stand the rain seems random. If we could stand somewhere else, we would see the order in it.” ~ Tony Hillerman
“The richness of the rain made me feel safe and protected; I have always considered the rain to be healing—a blanket—the comfort of a friend. Without at least some rain in any given day, or at least a cloud or two on the horizon, I feel overwhelmed by the information of sunlight and yearn for the vital, muffling gift of falling water.” ~ Douglas Coupland
“There is no fear in letting tears come. Sadness is a gift to avoid the nothingness of numbness, and all the hard places need water. Grief is a gift, and after a rain of tears, there is always more of you than before. Rain always brings growth.” ~ Ann Voskamp
It was raining earlier, but not now. I had the window open about two inches so the room feels fresher than it has in months. Moisture and little metaphors fill the room. It feels good. And it looks like more is coming. Moisture, and the promise of cleansing change, even if it is only a metaphor at this point. But “only a metaphor”? Listen to me, I love signs and symbols, and metaphors, and archetypes. Semiotics can tickle me to no end. All metaphors count, regardless of size or power. There is a subtle order in the rain, even if the only reason for the order is that I put it there. Not! Patterns exist, and not because I put them there for my own viewing pleasure. The rain does what it does and I find that to be simply groovy. “Groovy” is a great word, one that survived for over 50 years now. I still hear the word used in public, but not at all often. It always makes me smile and commend whoever said the word in my presence. Maybe it’s the old Flower Child in me. I know a woman who claims she is creeped out by modern Flower Children, what with their peace and love and hippies and stuff. Creeped out? Yeh, she knows I am, to a large degree, like that much of the time. So I creep her out? As Elvis Costello wrote: “What’s so funny ’bout peace love and understanding”. Shouldn’t we take heed of the wisdom from people like Elvis? And no, I don’t care if I creep her out, as long as I do not see her as creepy in kind. She’s not creepy, not to me anyway. I’m sticking with the flowers and love. I mean, I’m not going to skip off to the rainbow with a hand basket of posies. It’s not like that. For me it is an attitude, a way of filtering the world in a way that keeps me relatively comfortable yet with ample room to move. Soooo, I look forward to more rain, later in the morning, bringing patterns and benefits, and they are not all of my making. And I had nothing to do with the rainbow so don’t even try it. A rainbow is fractured light as it pervades the atmosphere. Look at it – there is nothing but order there. Gosh, am I being creepy? No worries. Best get to my day now. Onward.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.