Thunder sounds 'crickety' off in the distance; I see those thunder heads rising in the East. The western sky holds blue spaces still, allowing for the sun to peak through and shine a luminous glow on the tops of the trees that encircle my garden. These thunder heads are very welcome to me today, offering a sign of hope ~ the rain they may bring would be a needed relief, refreshing the dry dusty air, cleaning the dust that has settled too long on my heart. I feel this dust everywhere ~ on my heart, my mind and skin, slowing the flow of all my processes ~ slowing the flow of emotions, communication, connections and more.
Oh do come rain, you are so welcome here, I will dance and sing for you; please clear the air of all this stress. Please clear the waterways to aid us all find the ways back to communicate from our hearts. Please clear the path to our watery souls that we may hear the whispers ever so much clearer. What direction, what truth is the path to love, what answer is the path of justice, where is the path to wholeness?- Wholeness as an individual and as a community.
This rain that may come, how it may pour and pour, to help relieve the clogged arteries. And it may feel overwhelming, frightening at first... Then it will feel so welcome and clear. Our skins will all be connected by moisture in that moment of a wholey drenched atmosphere. A sense of unity will truly lift my heart in joy. Even now, during this strange moment in time, a connection to the whole of the planet, may not be so distant....
The grumbling overhead is turning into the sounds of bowling balls now, rolling in the sky. I sure do hope the storm arrives; a good soak would feel just right about now. And The trees have been whispering about it secretively all day!
They always know, but truthfully, recently, these thunderheads have amounted to only sound and hot air, without the blessed release of water. Maybe that is why the winds only spoke in whispers today. They spoke quietly in order not to tell the opposition of the imminent arrival of the grace, of water herself.
Now, such a clearing of air and mind, one that helps all breathe more easily and relaxedly, might overwhelm us at first, leaving us with sense of loss of control. Yet, I welcome it. Whatever may be left on the planet after such clearing and tumult, after such a thorough rinsing will have endured a true test, showing itself to be enduring and stable. I want for the true and real to unveil itself at last. I read once that hope is not belief in something far in the distance, but belief that there is something good right here, right now, already present in this moment moment.
Healing rain, oh, do come. Do bring your grace to this earth, your ability to weave the sky and the earth together into alchemical harmony; bring your abundance to fill her river ways with your laughing flow. Please, do bring the release of strife that this world so needs. Help us to flow and cry and laugh and breath once more.