Rain's Renewing Grace
Saturday, January 28, 2006
It is raining! I can see the droplets hit the window, change into an elongated strip of water, and then merge with others that have hit earlier to become an amorphous sheet of liquid sliding down to the ground below where it is received with welcome.
The birds are absent this morning. I imagine them to be nestled among their favorite thick cedar branches, peering at the droplets of rain and feeling frisky at the renewal of their food sources which this moisture will surely bring.
I, too, as I gaze out and watch the rain soak the ground whereupon yesterday I walked amongst dry leaves and sand, feel an excitement at the cleansing of nature; the dusting of sand from the trees and shrubs having been collected for such a long time. I can intuit the rising of the lake as it receives nature’s rainfall. I, too, feel the renewal when it is raining; nature’s special treat to end a long dry spell.
I have been in a spiritual drought lately. The reason for this being daily visits to doctors and hospitals for my sister and her husband; I failed to find the time for meditation; my rain of renewal. Rushing about, getting my husband and myself dressed to be ready to go on time, caused me to cut short or ignore altogether my moments alone sitting by my window gazing at nature and extracting my spiritual strength for the day.
And so on this Saturday morn, with no schedule to meet, I sit here and “soak up” the rain’s renewing grace and I feel serene and happy. For just like the cedars outside my window, whose lovely thick dark green branches lose their luster with dustings of sand without the rain as an occasional shower; just so, I too lose my luster as the dust of daily living leaves its rough particles within me and upon my spirit. I need the daily shower of cleansing I receive from my time spent in meditation as I gaze at the view from my window.
It is raining! I can see the droplets hit the window, change into an elongated strip of water, and then merge with others that have hit earlier to become an amorphous sheet of liquid sliding down to the ground below where it is received with welcome.
The birds are absent this morning. I imagine them to be nestled among their favorite thick cedar branches, peering at the droplets of rain and feeling frisky at the renewal of their food sources which this moisture will surely bring.
I, too, as I gaze out and watch the rain soak the ground whereupon yesterday I walked amongst dry leaves and sand, feel an excitement at the cleansing of nature; the dusting of sand from the trees and shrubs having been collected for such a long time. I can intuit the rising of the lake as it receives nature’s rainfall. I, too, feel the renewal when it is raining; nature’s special treat to end a long dry spell.
I have been in a spiritual drought lately. The reason for this being daily visits to doctors and hospitals for my sister and her husband; I failed to find the time for meditation; my rain of renewal. Rushing about, getting my husband and myself dressed to be ready to go on time, caused me to cut short or ignore altogether my moments alone sitting by my window gazing at nature and extracting my spiritual strength for the day.
And so on this Saturday morn, with no schedule to meet, I sit here and “soak up” the rain’s renewing grace and I feel serene and happy. For just like the cedars outside my window, whose lovely thick dark green branches lose their luster with dustings of sand without the rain as an occasional shower; just so, I too lose my luster as the dust of daily living leaves its rough particles within me and upon my spirit. I need the daily shower of cleansing I receive from my time spent in meditation as I gaze at the view from my window.
posted by Sandra | 9:43 AM
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