It was a rainy week, as is often the case here. I found myself listening to soft music and drinking a lot of tea. The volume of rain that falls here is minimal compared with monsoon countries. The power of the rain on this quiet island is revealed slowly through opening blooms and rising rivers. Places that feel the might of a monsoon storm must fear the rain to some extent. I read that hurricanes in Central America can dump a meter of water. The power of that rush is enough to scour holes into the earth and pull the sides of mountains down onto valley bottoms. The rain that some would lament here, in this pampered part of the world, is such a peaceful blessing to me. Washing the streets and sidewalks, swelling the buds and leaves, giving us the water that flows from our taps. I welcome and rejoice in the arrival of April showers and thank the One Mom for delivering our water in small doses.
I mentioned the magic of fluid dynamics in my last post and feel compelled to do so again here, as we seem to be on a bit of a liquid theme. The rings that are generated by falling drops onto still puddles and ponds are another example of the perfect nature of Nature. Each one following it's destiny of singular circularity while crossing and enveloping all the other rings. The raindrop that becomes the puddle is celebrated with circles, as is every transformation that happens naturally. The circle, spiral, and sphere are the visible and tangible expressions of spiritual matters beyond our understanding. Transformation and formation, destruction and reconstruction. All jobs that water can do with ease and grace, if given time and space to do them. Let it rain! Pour Life down on me!
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