Autumn Rain
Oct. 27th, 2011 08:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cedar_groveFrom The Book of Awakening: Having the Life You Want by Being Present to the Life You Have.
-During your day, take five minutes and stop making, stop doing, stop thinking... and just listen...
This is something I have started doing again, every day… and I've found that it's easier to do just one waking… after silencing the alarm, to just lie still and listen.
This morning I heard the rain.
I did not hear it by virtue of the drops hitting the window pane, or splashing against the ground, but by the quiet in the world outside my window. In the rain all seems hushed… muted… expectant somehow. The birds are not singing to welcome in the dawning day, (because it's still dark when I wake up), but resting with their heads beneath their wings on the branches of denuding trees… waiting to fly down and find the food that the soaking waters bring to the surface of the grass. What few people are up and about, the delivery boys bringing the morning papers, the milk men, and early postal carriers move with quiet steps – and even the tyres of the cars along the road swish rather than rumble past. All the world feels hushed.
It was a gentle rain, a quiet, life giving rain – so early in the day – bringing the kiss and promise of the new, and washing away the old; a love I could carry in my heart through the whole day.
What is so important that we have time to read all the books on love and relationships but we do not have time to listen to the heart of our lover?
--Molly Vass
-During your day, take five minutes and stop making, stop doing, stop thinking... and just listen...
This is something I have started doing again, every day… and I've found that it's easier to do just one waking… after silencing the alarm, to just lie still and listen.
This morning I heard the rain.
I did not hear it by virtue of the drops hitting the window pane, or splashing against the ground, but by the quiet in the world outside my window. In the rain all seems hushed… muted… expectant somehow. The birds are not singing to welcome in the dawning day, (because it's still dark when I wake up), but resting with their heads beneath their wings on the branches of denuding trees… waiting to fly down and find the food that the soaking waters bring to the surface of the grass. What few people are up and about, the delivery boys bringing the morning papers, the milk men, and early postal carriers move with quiet steps – and even the tyres of the cars along the road swish rather than rumble past. All the world feels hushed.
It was a gentle rain, a quiet, life giving rain – so early in the day – bringing the kiss and promise of the new, and washing away the old; a love I could carry in my heart through the whole day.
