we've needed the rain, and this one feels particularly sweet. it's coming just as the brand-new gardens and the baby grass need it especially, just as the lower pond was very nearly completely dry.
right now, its falling straight down, a heavy, soaking mist that penetrates both muddy brown ponds and parched yellow earth so effortlessly, it scarcely makes ripples on the water. the grass is turning green before my eyes, the weeds are springing higher. the trees just drip.
for me, this is the kind of day that makes it easier to turn inward, to focus on the unseen, to be still and allow the world to wash over me like the rain down the windows. i've lit a piece of white sage and a candle. a few evenings ago, my critique group gave me some great suggestions on how to improve stud farm. this story is coming much more slowly than the others but that's because, i think, it's a Bigger Story. much Bigger, in fact.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.
2 comments:
I know what you mean about the rain, hubby and I feel the same. Makes me wonder at times what we are doing in AZ, where even when it does rain, beautiful as it may be it just isn't the same as it was in Texas or CA.
We, too, have been getting some greatly needed rain. And even the lightening that comes with it.
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