Sacred moments

[faerychild88]

I went and played in the rain today. It was absolutely the most fun I have had in a very long time. It was extremely impulsive. I quite enjoyed it. I was stuck inside doing homework and I thought. . . .wow, I would really like to dance in the rain right now. It just feels perfect. And that rational, responsible (and boring), more adult side of me said, no, I don't have the time. I'm tired. I have too much work to do. I'll get wet, get cold, get sick. . . . . and then I decided to listen the other part of me that hasn't grown up quite yet. I went outside to play. And I got very wet. I saw TWO rainbows! I listened to the underbrush, whispered to a baby bunny, talked to a tree. The tree was quite playful. . . . I think it was flirting with me. The wind talked to me, too, and I tried to listen. . . but it has been so very long since I have had time to listen to the wind, I am quite out of practice. I ran through a field with my arms outstreched. Like a bird. Like a plane. Like SUPERMAN!! Like a little child. Or an angel or a fairy who has found her home again. I could taste the rain, the cool wind, the warm sun. When was the last time you tasted the sun? It's better than ice cream. And rain is sweeter than wine.

In short, I found my God, my Goddess, my Spirit. . . . call it what you will. . .I find my church in nature, my preacher in the wind. Sky above, earth below, an' it harm none, do what thou wilt. So mote it be.

Nature is art, and Art is a reflection of nature. In my heart, I worship both. In my mind, it is never that simple. . . . but truly what I hold sacred is life, and it is not something that I need schedule, plan, study, or perfect. . . .it is just something that I need to remember. Remember, honor, trust . . . . .and every once in a while. . . go dancing in the rain