#RAIN PARTY

AHHHH the welcoming rain. It’s been a rain party in NorCal over the past week and my spirit is soaking up the renewal that the springtime rain radiates. How very decadent, how fertile, how distinctly feminine, and how so very full of possibilities this long overdue watery courtship has been. It feels as if the rain beings are flirting with us. Early winter brought a little rain here; a little rain there. El Nino began, but then decided to hold off a bit. Like a lover taking their time, wanting to be appreciated for their worth, disappearing for week or two to give their proposed partner a hint of space to reflect on what life would be without them.

For awhile the wait was easy and relaxed. The distraction of NorCal’s roadside daffodils, lush green hillsides, and its fragrant flowering pink and white trees intoxicated our senses and had us righteous Californians focusing on our resourcefulness and positivity. But like all love stories, the wait grew weary. The looming drought-laden media began gnawing its way into our peace. Where is El Nino and will it ever return? With a touch of rain-scented air still lingering in our lungs dire images of a drought-worn California invaded our dreams. Images of cracked terrain and dried out crunchy weeds had us collectively begging for the rain’s return.

True, we Californians are not exactly known for being rain-friendly creatures. We pride ourselves on being outside, fitness, green drinks, filling up our calendars, sun and surf. I’m not sure but I would wage that the “I–will-get-back-to-you-as- soon-as-I-can” outgoing message culture birthed itself in Cali. We are busy. Busy like nobody’s business busy. And yet, when the rain beings returned and graced their presence it seems like it would have been difficult for even the most arrogant of busy-busy peeps to ignore their continuous plea. With roads closed and a good dose hunkering-down attitudes going around, the rain forced us to reckon with Mother Nature and Mother Nature threw us a rain party. During the party she asked us to quiet down for a moment, two, three, or four or even five, six or seven. In her own way she asked us to stay home, to listen, and perhaps to redefine our own sense of solace and comfort. It felt as if the rain stretched out our ideas of time and provided us with the opportunities to be grateful, to ruminate, to dream, and to create. (Mother Nature’s favorite past-times)

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As I write this the last twelve days have brought over 8 inches to some parts of NorCal (woo-hoo) and with it came opportunity and permission for we busy Californian’s to stay indoors, be lulled and soothed into an insanely-needed deep sleep, and to partake in the joyful decadence of not doing, of cancelling plans, and once and for all releasing all the ridiculousness of the marketing/media-driven FOMO to a new life of happily-ever possibilities powered by the wisdom of Mother Nature or JOMO.

 

Stay true,

M

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