Early early this morning waking warm in bed to the sound of rain falling… not sprinkles, or heavy mist, but rain, for hours… I don’t know if I’ve ever been so happy to hear the sound of rain.
I’ve heard that a way to pray is to feel something instead of just to speak it, to feel gratitude is a form of prayer- to enjoy something is a form of prayer, to play in the rain, to ask it to please continue, to notice the feeling of being refreshed in the spirit, to notice the exhale of the land as it’s anxious thirst is quenched and all the plants and animals revel in the rain’s return.
My request/offering/thought/inspiration for all the rain dancers and rain prayers- In whatever ways you notice the rain today, send it out, feel it, let it grow inside of you, love it with the depth of your being. Notice desire quenched and anxiety lifted, even slightly. Celebrate the inconvenience the water brings as just another sacred expression of how life’s continuance is not about our convenience, but about the interconnection of the wellbeing of all of our relations.