Walking in the Rain

“Because I trust in the ever-changing climate of the heart. (At least, today I feel that way.) I think it is necessary to have many experiences for the sake of feeling something; for the sake of being challenged, and for the sake of being expressive, to offer something to someone else, to learn what we are capable of.” ~ Jason Mraz

“Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before–more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle.” ~ Charles Dickens

“A man will be imprisoned in a room with a door that’s unlocked and opens inwards; as long as it does not occur to him to pull rather than push.” ~ Ludwig Wittgenstein

Quiet morning. It rained overnight. Anything I might say this morning about the rain is going to be trite. Now, if I could choose any one person, living or dead, to walk with in the rain? I know who it would be for me. The person I would choose is not famous, but if she’s not available for the rain-walk then Taylor Swift is my second choice. That’s a good image for me as I ready myself for the workday. That and the first quote above, from Jason Mraz. That dude is way cool. Fine songwriter and performer. My world today is compact and cozy, despite the knots and gurgles in my belly. I think I know what that’s about. I’ll just call it a lesson in patience. There is some pain. I need to follow the teachings of the late great Stephen Levine, and lean in to the pain, get chummy with it, because regardless of the discomfort the ill feelings serve a purpose, and they are friggin here and now so chill already. This one needs no treatment, except if it decides to go all froggy on me, which I doubt will happen. This feels karmic, cosmic, whatever. Now, going forward . . . I can’t stop yawning this morning. I know a shower will wake me up as much as it will assist in cleansing this dirty aura. There’s no hurry. The daily news offers a lot of really fine, intriguing stories. I’ll check it out then go out to see the Sunrise. Man, that shower is going to feel good, as is the day off tomorrow, and I have enough clean clothes to see me through ’til Wednesday, so no trip to the laundromat is needed. This is a lot of mundane stuff, right? I’m not so sure about that, but it might be. Sure seems like it. But I am feeling the call of Spirit. When that happens you sometimes have to pull yourself through some difficult times. Not push – pull. Think I’ll meander out to look at the mountains. There is still some considerable cloud cover. I love clouds, maybe because they moderate the light from the Sun. Yeh, sounds good to me.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.


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