Here Comes the Rain Again
Rain means spring is coming, doesn't it?
Raindrops slide down the balcony glass, collecting drops on the way to form little rivulets. The sky is heavy today. Rain-soaked and grey-white, its continuous blanket covers the blue sky. I scan the sky, looking for gaps or texture but no luck. Who knows? Maybe it will clear later? Or not.
I long for a little sun today. A little glimpse that spring will come. Intellectually, I know it will but today my body is feeling differently—it’s not accepting of the chilly temperatures and unstable weather despite the days getting longer. How do I reconcile the two, my brain and my body? Or shall I just allow them to be at slight odds, accept that my body needs more signs than an earlier sunrise and sunset?
Acceptance can be difficult. It means sitting with the thing, the feeling. Stretching and breathing, my (almost) daily yoga practice has allowed a more balanced flow of information—the intellectual and the emotional— an open-mindedness that’s an embodiment of this flow. By leaning into the present, the feelings and moments, each moment, I accept how I am right now. Moment after moment. Despite the weather and seasons, nature’s contrary offerings. So it’s this I turn to to find reconciliation.
Snow lay thickly on the ground earlier this week. Nature’s frozen beauty. I got a brain freeze when I wore a too-thin beanie. Today, the rain is slowly melting the snow away.
I also felt warmth in the sun this week. Still rugged up in my winter coat, scarf, beanie (a thicker one) and gloves, warmth kissed my cheeks as the clouds retreated for a day, allowing us a glimpse of the happy blue heavens. I accept the sign, the weak warmth, that spring is on her way.
A rainy Saturday is okay, I guess. I managed a walk, early-ish before the wind picked up and the rain intensified, visiting the gusty town square to buy some bread rolls from the brave woman who’s out there every Saturday, snow, rain, hail or shine.
I wished my sister a happy birthday, for yesterday, the time difference and our work commitments meant a delayed chat. I’m writing. I’ll read. Drink tea. Watch the rivulets of water down the windowpanes. Listen to the tick of the clock. Perhaps even take another walk.
Enjoy the moment—each moment—one after another.
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Blue sky reveries
Trace a homesick heart’s journey,
Weaving in and out,
Memories and daydreams,
the tilt of your head,
the glint in your eye,
the laugh on your lips,
Hearts, stained by sunrise,
Kissed by moonlight,
Bathed in the glow
Of a summer’s afternoon.
Water laps against the rocks,
A reminder of precious moments,
of the ebb and flow
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