The Nourishing Rain
October 7, 2013 § 29 Comments
It is dark, long before the dawn. I move through the house, not needing the light to navigate this familiar space.
A steady nourishing rain is falling. I hear its hum. And then the wind comes up- the rain hits the house with its strong staccato beat. I open the window for a moment and feel the cold, wet air on my face.
And right then- in that moment- all the punishing duality disappears. There is no me and the rain, no me and the house, no me and the many things that I must do.
A moment of just being.
I am home.
Welcome home Tom. Good to see you writing again. I have missed your posts. Beautiful post.
Those last 8 words are a mantra we all could embrace, right?
Hi Friend – good to hear your voice.
I believe we all long to be home again, and this reminds me that all it takes is presence. When we are in the moment it’s like clicking our heels three times and there we are. This is beautiful. I appreciate your words and I am grateful you are back. 🙂
I am back. But in a way, for me, I never left. Through these past two months, I have often thought of you and the other people who have entered my life through our shared writing. I never felt really disconnected. I just knew you were there.
This is the great and wondrous gift that writing here has given me. Connection. Kindness. Support.
I feel such gratitude.
beautiful, leaving the reader with the experience of the nourishing rain; serene and calm
Your writing is so powerful, so evocative. I treasure your kind words here.
Just trying to be the light I already am.
Your kind attention- and your own powerful writing- bring me energy and strength.
I’ve missed your posts, Tom. As Susan said, it’s good to hear your voice again, and yes! to the rain. We, too, were cleansed yesterday….
So thoughtful of you to leave this message. The sense of connection you give me is a great and powerful gift.
This was beautiful. Glad to see a new post.
Thanks so much. We must have coffee.
lovely…a moment of just being…relish those!
I do relish those moments. And I seek in each moment to just be there. We falter but the glorious truth is that each moment offers us a fresh start, life begins again, moment to moment.
Thank you for taking the time to come by and leave your kind words.
Welcome back home.
Happy to be home.
Just posted a comment on your so-perfectly-expressed piece on “strength.” A central wisdom that you capture so exquisitely.
“Not needing the light to navigate this familiar space”. I know this feeling well – you capture it the grace and elegance of a truly wise soul. I have missed your poetic offerings 🙂
“Poetic offerings.” I like that phrase, not just for the beautiful compliment but also for the idea that our writing is an “offering.” Given. Freely. Out of our strength and our gratitude.
Just spent some time reading your latest poems. Lyrical and deep. Tweeted a favorite forward. Got to keep the giving going.
only now, thank you Tom, your poetic words take us there with you, we are you ….. C xx
As you felt that you were there, I feel you- and the others I have come to feel so connected with- here, now.
Thanks for sticking with me.
Dear Tom, we are stuck, there is no Other … I hear that in your writing, thank you 🙂
I understand this. We had a very blustery day a few days ago. it was as if the wind was there to blow my troubles away. 🙂
Sweet and beautiful. it really is that simple! Thanks for this.
Simple. So much of my pain has come from losing that understanding. But I’m grateful for the moments like that one.
Thank you Tom…the concept of home has been unfamiliar for some time. Hoping that will change in time….
“all the punishing duality disappears”…
I know all your readers feel as I do: so comforting to hear your voice again. Beautiful post.
Comfort is running both ways.