And so here where I live the weather has just suddenly turned from hot, heavy, laden summer days to cool, clean freshness in a drenching season change. Last night the rain came, in buckets, streaking lightening, soaking the flowerbeds, keeping us awake to storm-watch (and deeply breathe!) through open windows. What a constant delight the world can be, when I just let it touch me. When I look up from my desk and my work and my worries and just let the world and its moment include me, all of me, fully and completely. The shock and joy of utter presence, always 100% available. Amazing.
At Blackwater pond the tossed waters have
after a night of rain.
I dip my cupped hands. I drink
a long time. It tastes
like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold
in to my body, waking the bones. I hear them
deep inside me, whispering
oh what is that beautiful thing
that just happened?