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Sunday, September 6, 2009

Rain is truly the most cathartic element for me. The scent is soul-balm, the droplets on my skin the purest baptism, the sound more honest than any word I've ever heard. I know no better type of rejuvenation that to set out walking, feel the rhythm of the earth reverberating through my legs, to breath in time with the trees, to leave my heaviness with the ferns, to reawaken my curiosity by laughing with the sparrows.


I wonder
Has there been some small cosmic shift, and the tide is finally receding? This is nothing the naked eye can observe just yet, but requires a thorough observation preformed in utter solitude broken only by my own inhalations.


I watch the drops end their heavenly descent and spread into concentric rings on the earth's crust.
I wonder
Is this the birth-stage in the ever reincarnate life of hydrogen-dioxide? If I stand in it, turn my face up, let that perfect new-formed life roll down my skin, will I absorb that rebirth, that fresh beginning, osmosically?


I hold my arm out, until the muscles along my shoulder twitch and shake. The edges of my sleeve, pushed high, darkens with saturation as I break the first rule of wilderness survival and give into the rain. I watch the droplets gather into generous pools between the hard tendons of my knuckles. I watch the water rush deep rivers along the story-telling lines of my palm. I watch my dry, tired skin drink deep; small wrinkles filling up, taunt lines plumping, a glow spreading from fingertip to fingertip, spilling into the broad heel of my hand, bottlenecking into my wrist, flowing up my arm ever heart-ward.


Devon said...

Is this Snow Lake??

mme. bookling said...

Yeah, where is this?

Also...truly it is one of the most beautiful sights to behold when a friend is so good to herself.

Thank you for being good to you.

UmberDove said...

D - good eye! Yes, it is Snow Lake in all of her dense fog, torrential downpour, lilting mist, slow drizzle glory!

Mme - When I think of self-care, I think of you and all I've learned.

Nancy*McKay said...

...i must visit this beautiful place one is heaven on earth...the perfect place to...surrender...

:)))))...thank you lovely lady...

she said...

love that washington fogginess that seems to ironically lend so much clarity...

love my redwood becoming one with the forest, drinking in the deepest nourishment that, for the moment, falls for free. a gift from above, and the answer is yes, by some grace the rebirth is ours.


BC said...

The woods look good on you.