Even while my roof is leaking, I love the rain…
Yes, even while my roof is leaking, I love the rain.
The sound of the rain – outside – brings me softly and quietly to the present moment. The sound slows my swirling thoughts and awakens a gratitude for the simple pleasures of warmth and comfort. The rain reminds me to stop doing and just be for a moment.
And the sound of the rain – inside – brings me running into the present moment. Nothing else matters until I attend to the drip, drop, drip from my ceiling to my floor. Nothing else matters. All deadlines and details and worries vanish, nothing else matters until I have cared for the immediate, demanding drip of my beloved rain. No time to curse, no time to blame or think or direct. I must act and do and strive, NOW.
Same rain, two ways to provide instruction for a willing student.