Kiss Me In The Rain
Sweet rain . . .
Beatrice, Finley and I just got in from our last walk of the day. It was taken under the gentlest of rain. Tap, tap, tap on the tips of our noses came drop after drop of heaven's cleansing. Normally, Beatrice will have nothing to do with the wet stuff, but tonight we ran back and forth, frolicking like innocent children who truly accept the simple, pure joys in life when they find themselves in their midst.
I love walking in the rain. I find it has a very calming affect on me. People tend to abandon this pleasure as quickly as possible, and instead, they view it as a nuisance. They dismiss the opportunity to linger and experience the joy of the situation. I find that I am surrounded by a peaceful feeling, and that my mind rests. I focus on the next step, and each breath I take. I relish in the joy of not hurrying, but instead acknowledge a great consciousness in the absolute intention of taking my time.
I want to put down the hurrying.... We rush through our day from one event to the next without truly being in our own "present", whatever it may be. I don't want to blindly do that anymore. I want to be more conscious of the gift that is each moment. And each moment is one experience of our lives leading to the next. We string these moments together and call it a day. How much do we recall? How many of those moments were intentional, and how many did we just drift through without enough thought to afford even the vaguest recollection?
I walked tonight in the rain with my beloved dogs. I allowed the sweetness of their joy to permeate my own, thereby enriching the experience as a whole. If you have a beloved, walk in the rain with them. Make a conscious choice to take their hand, and take your time intentionally wrapping your heart around the event. The conscious moment is lived exponentially. Be drenched in the love. These are the moments that make your soul sing.
© 2013 Bella Nina
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