seeds – blooms – her cycles

When the Rain Stops

That moment when the rain stops, there is a moment of heightened silence and then all other sounds begin again.

They’ve always been there, but there is something more clear about them.. Almost as though the rain opened space that seemed crowded before and then.. we listen. . .

Today I realized that my internal landscape has been all rain. Actually I have known this for a while.

I have become so comfortable in the midst of storms that I think I create them myself, not feeling very comfortable in the calm state for very long.

My depth is deep and unless I feel it’s pulse something must be disturbed.

But why can’t the disruption be positive? Why can’t I use this need as my fuel to cultivate a strong physical practice?

Perhaps that is what this article is about.

A protest for myself and from myself regarding my choices and my motivations.

Understanding when enough is enough and realizing how I can use my constitution for good rather than unnecessary deconstruction.

Life is hard enough. When it’s good, why must I destroy it?

The ripples of these effects are more subtle and more expansive than I can see.