Thirst For Rain

Finally the Rain came

with her graceful song and her incredible scent.

She captured us all.

I surrendered in bliss.

She hadn’t visited us for 6 months.

6 months of drought.

Such a huge longing for Rain in such a tiny place I live.

Thirst is the primary issue here, both for nature and humans.

Nature is aware of it.

The roots of the trees are desperately looking for water underground.

Some of them are dying already.

Survival is exhausting.

Resources are scarce.

On the other hand, most humans go on their lives.

Unaware of their thirst for Rain,

they are consuming everything else -masks, coffee, pills, news, violence, depression, suppression, fear, corruption, life(s)-

They are desperately trying to find what substitutes the Rain.

Some of them are dying already.

Survival is exhausting.

Resources are scarce.

I have been secretly praying for Her to arrive.

I know I was not alone.

Nurturance,

Healing,

Relief,

Softness,

Clarity

Love.

She is gone again.

Oh dear God,

How many tones of Singing Rain do we need to cleanse our lives and tune with our souls?

The Thread Of The Song

Many days of the year I wake up with a song in my head. Does it ever happen to you? It feels like all night long, in my sleep, I was listening repeatedly to this song, so the moment I wake up, it’s still there. Then, throughout the day, this song keeps playing in a mental record player. Depending on the circumstances the song comes out of my physical boundaries through the form of humming, wistling, singing or really loud singing. The same song can stick with me for weeks sometimes.

These are the happiest days of my life. Even when the song is about sadness, pain or grief or my heart is aching, these are still the happiest days of my life. I am not saying they are the most joyful days (there is a significant difference between joy and happiness for which I can write another moment if you wish) but
they are days in which I feel connected with my soul, my truth, my spirit. That song seems to represent the thread of my life. When I hold on to the thread I know how to navigate through the day, through the life, despite the obscurity and obstacles. I feel grounded. I am confident. I am mindful. I am clear.

On the other hand, days when the mental record player is switched off, are truly hard. I feel disoriented and confused. The thread of life is not any more in my hands and I struggle to find my way. These days are teaching me to be patient, trustful and hopeful that the thread will soon appear again in my hands. And it
does. Today morning, after some days of silence, my record player offered me the song “You raise me up”. For the first time I ready mindfully the lyrics and I am convinced they talk about our inner wisdom and out innate capacity to self-heal.

What song did you wake up with today?

Eleni Michail