To See the World in a Raindrop
This morning early Pearl and I took a walk in a downpour while her bigger sister Georgie sat in the garage, dry and content, watching us splash and absorb the rain like sponges.
There's something awesome about being out in such contact with the weather...I imagined some distant ancestor, riding a horse across the countryside, muddy and soaked, without the luxury of hiding indoors until the weather event passed.
It made me wonder whether our choices for our own comfort sometimes separate us from what's really going on.
The raindrops pounded my head, my shoulders, my legs. I had to laugh--it felt a bit like standing under a waterfall. Pearl didn't seem to notice at first that she was soaking up pounds of water in her once-fluffy black coat. Then she looked up at me with a mournful, "can-we-go-home-now?" look, and we began to make our way back to the house.
As we walked toward the door, my eyes caught the large flat leaves of last May's Lilly-of-the Valley, it was still green and happy in the flower bed by the door. Huge droplets of water were sitting righteously on the flat leaves, as though they had some purpose. I looked closer and saw the reflection of the sky, the trees behind me, my own legs. This full instant, reflected right in that raindrop. Wow.
Over and over again I am struck by how much opportunity there is in this life to fully engage--with senses, mind, heart, and soul--the range of gifts available for our experiencing. It's not a little thing. You can't possibly miss it. Life is singing, whispering, broacasting, shouting, signing, showing JOYJOYJOYJOYJOY everywhere we look-- everywhere we hear, touch, taste, and feel.
And all we have to do is open our heart to receive it. Our eyes, our ears, our hands, and our heart. Amazing!
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