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Couldn't hide from the thunder.
An afternoon of steady rain is nothing to what other parts of the country have had recently; it wasn't even all that heavy compared to some storms of late. But it was strong enough that it wasn't easy or pleasant to walk through the way rain sometimes can be. It was just this side of a gullywasher - also, how wonderful a word is that? Gullywasher wasn't a word I knew as a kid, it couldn't ever apply to the rain I grew up with - which meant it was nice for standing in when I didn't have anywhere I needed to be.
The lightning was over and the thunder had gone, so all that was left was the rain itself. I kept running my hands through my hair, enjoying how the feeling of it changed as it kept getting wetter. I didn't stay out long enough for my outstretched, cupped hands to catch enough rain to drink, but it was fun to try.
And it made sense, at least while I was there, to stand out in the rain right before Yom Kippur. It's still just a few hours away, and with it, more than the fast, is the solid start of the new year. The Days of Awe this year went by fast this year, with the timing of the holidays and the personal circumstances going on. Deliberate, conscious reflection takes time. Even a few minutes to stand at the window with a cup of decaf, since I cut out caffeine for the duration until the end of the fast, means not doing much of anything else but thinking and appreciating the sensations. Carving out a few minutes to post on one's blog instead of doing the dishes and get the thoughts in order can be meditative, too. Figuring out what one wants in the upcoming months, and how to see it through.
Figuring out how to put in the work to make communication go both ways is and will be ongoing, but I think that's a place worth the effort.
The lightning was over and the thunder had gone, so all that was left was the rain itself. I kept running my hands through my hair, enjoying how the feeling of it changed as it kept getting wetter. I didn't stay out long enough for my outstretched, cupped hands to catch enough rain to drink, but it was fun to try.
And it made sense, at least while I was there, to stand out in the rain right before Yom Kippur. It's still just a few hours away, and with it, more than the fast, is the solid start of the new year. The Days of Awe this year went by fast this year, with the timing of the holidays and the personal circumstances going on. Deliberate, conscious reflection takes time. Even a few minutes to stand at the window with a cup of decaf, since I cut out caffeine for the duration until the end of the fast, means not doing much of anything else but thinking and appreciating the sensations. Carving out a few minutes to post on one's blog instead of doing the dishes and get the thoughts in order can be meditative, too. Figuring out what one wants in the upcoming months, and how to see it through.
Figuring out how to put in the work to make communication go both ways is and will be ongoing, but I think that's a place worth the effort.