"Rain makes me feel less alone. All rain is,
is a cloud-falling apart, and pouring its shattered
pieces down on top of you. It makes me feel better
to know other things in nature can shatter."
Lone Alaskan Gypsy
Fear is usually the culprit keeping me from venturing forward. My cycle continues to be an astonishing high that slips into disillusion, then leading to a darkness while liquid criticism leaks between the cracks of my well being. My creativity and witnessed imaginings become crushed beneath the weight with barely a flicker of my flame.
Rain falls from the sky and I spontaneously plant my bare feet on the sodden grass. I allow the wetness to soak my hair and run down my arms as the wind spirals, spinning droplets to cleanse my body. I feel so alive and connected. My face lifts and welcomes the shattered pieces pouring from the sky.
I feel whole once again, so I align my values and needs to guide me towards creative expression. My sense of connection easily releases layers of self imposed blankets of protection. I experience the power of being me ... still imperfect, but spirit driven!
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