It’s twilight and I am sitting on the front porch listening to the rain. Ours has been a dry spring and these thunder showers are truly welcome; the birds greet the rain with their joyous songs. If I were wearing my hearing aids, would I hear tree frogs?
Our holiday was much needed and truly healing. For two weeks we roamed northern Italy, meeting people, eating, and immersing ourselves in Italian culture. Now we are home and my legs are recovering. There is always more to experience than my Polio body can manage; the eyes are hungry and the body wishes to follow, often at considerable expense. I’m better at resisting the eye’s desire, yet….
Morning, and the rain continues, lighter now. Yesterday’s warmth has gone. Our doors are closed, as are most of our windows. The neighbors’ houses are sealed against the return of early April cold. Of course, June arrives tomorrow and with it, inevitably, the warmth will return. These seasonal changes are a profound ritual that marks the turning year and our evolving lives. They hold our hope and our curiosity. How often I have heard someone who was ill say, “I would love to see the coming of spring, summer, fall, or winter”, the next turning of the year. We all wonder what will happen next.
We are born into story, and as we age we become increasing attune to the nuances of the tale being told. The stories are rich and complex, filled with meaning and multidimensional in perspective. Our point of view, derived from the textures and hues of our lived experiences, enriches the narrative in subtle, unknowable ways. Yet, when barraged with the lives and prejudices of the powerful, we may forget that each being’s experience is crucial to that of the whole. Of course, even this fierce contesting of meaning is part of the larger unfolding narrative.
So often, the world seems imperiled, the story of our shared lives filled with conflict, anguish, and fear for the future. For the moment, as the rain falls, refreshing the world, we need only listen with our whole being, and be filled with joy.