The smell of rain

There is something about the rain coming
the sound of the water rushing toward the earth
as she cries out to have the roots the have been embedded within her quenched

And as the rain makes her way gently guided by the crackes that have been created in the soil, the earth says Amen by allowing to escape the sweet fragrance of soil that only the rain could have quenched

It is a simple occurence in natue but one that if you allow yourself to pay homage....will find that you too might have escape from you as from the earth Amen and the sweet fragrance of having your parched cracks quenched.

Thank you mother earth for reminding me that we are but a passage of time on the eternal life piece.....

Just some thoughts

Every now and again I hear or see a thought or thoughts that cause me to think for a moment or for a while and may even become etched in my memory... one such thought is "we do not control the hand we are dealt" and this has had me thinking. I often wonder why the persons who die when they do are allowed to? and although I have some conclusions they continue to be reworked as I get older and wiser (I like to think). There is one thought that a friend (from prep school) posted today that puts it into perspective in this moment for me "even the fear of death is nothing compared to the thought of not having lived authentically" and that is what we are called to do all the while remembering to do to others as you would have them do to you. Simply put we are called to live everyday to the best of our ability and that will mean different things to different people, but I exhort you to do the just that. We are not meant to live each others lives (I don't think) but we can support and lend help in whatever way or whereever we can.

So once again I exhort you do the best you can with what you have been given for we do not control the hand we are dealt and just live, live, live your life!!!!!

one love still