We have been in a drought here in California and in much of the Western half of the United States. Cycles of weather have played out since the Earth has been in form. Yet, in the time space domain of human we interpret it in short attention spans, sounding alarms when something changes from recent years past. Whatever…
Last week the first rain came in almost two months. The rainy season was non existent and concern was beginning to show its face, mainly because the snow pack in the Sierra Nevada mountains was sparse as well. A high pressure ridge of significant proportions has been living over the west, sending “normal” storm tracks eastward. The weather along the coast has been beautiful, lots of sunshine and warmth…the reason California is so popular in the Winter. But we count on the rains here to give us the two or three false Springs that temporarily green up the hills and grass lands. It gives us the name of the Emerald Kingdom. Things have been askew. The Earth is raising in vibration and clearing out energetically both inner and outer wise…With that comes changes in “patterns”, just like when we let go of debris.
But the rains have come and, as I write, it is raining outside my window. The door is open and the sound and smell and coolness are flooding into the house. It’s raining! The kid in me wants to run around in it, splashing, kicking, celebrating, shouting, singing…while the adult in me celebrates the water that falls and washes clean more debris from the hearts and minds.
I just love the whole process of watching and experiencing the rain coming. Here on the coast the clouds for in squalls lines on the horizon. Sometimes the high cirrus clouds parade their whispy personalities as the heralds of the coming storm. For a day or more the sunsets are impacted brilliantly. What a show! The air feels different and the water begins to agitate…bigger waves, more sound. Sometimes the winds come to brush away the past and stir us all. In Cambria, this is always an adventure as we live in an old growth forest of shallow root ball conifers. Trees fall. The power lines are hit. The cable goes down. No lights, no studio, no TV, no Internet…just me and the elements. The sounds of the rain are many and varied. I like the heavy rain that sounds so nourishing. Adding the wind is exciting , but I have to make deals all the time to keep the trees from falling. It doesn’t always work. Then I am forced to surrender to the old way of living…senses aroused, mind alert…no distractions, just new relationship with it all. Truly I like it…
Rain changes things. It cleanses and washes the old dust off and out of us all. The water changes the energy of the air and the earth. It makes things cozy. It invites cuddling up and reading and hot tea and soups. It invites us to go out as well, feeling and listening with all of our being. I love to watch the rivulets act like streams and rivers, moving the earth towards the sea in a predictable way. The carvings of the Earth are unique and abstract. They remind me of the path of least resistance. For the water typically clears the way. The rain invites emotion to flow. The water within me is stirred. The sounds shake loose the dirt of my life. The more I let it the better.
I celebrate the way Nature supports all life. The elements shift us to open up to the greater flow. I have never complained about too much rain. Even when the water threatened the forms of my life. Even when I could not see out of the car window because of the torrent. Even when the puddles grew to lakes that lapped at the edges of the house. The beautiful Earth is cleansing…rain is a potent vehicle that works for all life. May it continue…
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