Rain

Sunday 21 March 2021

What is it about the pita patter of rain falling to earth that sounds so wonderful. As the raindrops hit my roof, a canvas, the top of something, the plants and the earth I believe there can be no better drum player. No better sound. Every sound is different unique. Each raindrop gives life. Just like us. Rain gives life not just for things to grow but also what it invokes in us spiritually and emotionally. It can create and it can destroy. But I believe it creates more than destroys. It fills the parched earth with sweet nectar to give life to nurture and sustain. Just like everything in nature. We all need a little rain in our life so that we can wash away life hurting moments, life sadness. In doing so we can grow taller and stronger to meet what lies ahead, the future.

What is rain for you?πŸŒΏπŸ™πŸ’§πŸ’§πŸ’§

Life giving water

How to Dance in the Rain

Just had to share this message. We often literally live our lives without a thought or care in the world. I got this in an email from a friend. The mesage is well, beautiful.

Enjoy
Mossyy

What a beautiful message!

How to Dance in the Rain

It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80s arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am. I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.

While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor’s appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat
breakfast with his wife. I inquired as to her health.

He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer’s Disease.
As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late.

He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.
I was surprised, and asked him, ‘And you still go every morning, even though she doesn’t know who you are?’

He smiled as he patted my hand and said,
‘She doesn’t know me, but I still know who she is.’
I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought,

‘That is the kind of love I want in my life.’

True love is neither physical, nor romantic.
True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.
With all the jokes and fun that are in e-mails, sometimes there is one that comes along that has an important message. This one I thought I could share with you.
The happiest people don’t necessarily have the best of everything;
they just make the best of everything they have.
I hope you share this with someone you care about.
I just did.

‘Life isn’t about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain.