there’s something so magical about the rush of jungle rain.
even in its torrent, it soothes the soul, and in its loudness, it quiets the mind.
it has a melody all its own and an unpredictable cadence that forces me to fully surrender to its existence – there is no other way for us to coexist.
rather than being a nuisance or a barrier to “doing,” the rain permits me to turn all my senses down and simply rest in being. at least, i know this is what it wants for me.
as much as i love the sun and its warmth, a part of me wants the jungle rain to last forever. my true “work” here is to accept its invitation to unclench my jaw, relax my shoulders, close my eyes, exhale, and let myself fall freely into each moment like drops of water onto the earth.
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