There is such beauty, clarity, and peace found in nature after a rain storm. Everything seems awakened, alive, fresh and renewed. It's like with a birthday, the New Year or Mondays - it's almost like you have another chance. A fresh start to try again. Living in Southern California it would be absolute blasphemy to say I hate when it rains because Lord knows we need it; but the rain is but a temporary inconvenience to a sun loving goddess like myself. The aftermath makes it all worth it.
As I write this I'm looking out into the ocean, it's a beautiful day. Big, puffy white clouds floating low above the ocean. Giant pelicans skimming the chopping tides and a brisk wind sweeps through carrying with it sand, the smell of salt and a feeling that something is stirring. It's days like this (and Santa Ana's) that make me feel like anything is possible. If I sit here long enough a brilliant idea will swoop in and send me on my next great adventure. If I stay quiet long enough, I'll hear the voice of God or at least my Genius talking to me, inspiring me and inviting me to play. If I just take in this moment everything I've ever wanted, yearned for and dreamed about will find it's way to me. It's days like this that life seems so hopeful.
In my world, the rain always comes at just the right moment. When I'm hungry for ideas, aching for a change and restless in my current state. Then boom - the rain comes, everything is cleared away; the junk, debris, stuff. There is space once again.
So, I sit here and create. I write and conjure up *Big Magic to join me over a almond milk latte and croissant. The day is just getting started with so much potential.
Enjoying the sight,