As write this it is raining and gray outside.
I am fighting the urge to curl up under a quilt and nap the afternoon away. While I see nothing wrong with a good afternoon nap, especially on a soggy day, this soggy day I took a tiny walk outside instead. The fresh, cool air and the chilly rain lifted my spirits as much as I imagine it is nourishing our drought parched soil.
Sometimes my soul needs a gentle baptism of nature.
A reminder that I am part of her, that she has power over me, that I can always find myself in relation to her. I need her. I forget this. My clever, clever mind convinces me that my memory of nature can bypass my direct need for her in the present.
So I walked in the rain.
With out an umbrella or hat even though I am feeling a bit sick. Just enough to feel the moisture in my lungs and the dampness on my skin. Long enough to appreciate the shinning drops of water hanging on the leaves.
I let myself be in the rain, willing to be rained upon, becoming another part of nature the rain hangs on.
Instinctively I knew it was my medicine.
To be part of.
What is your world calling you to be a part of?