All Things Beautiful Part Three
All Things Beautiful Part Three
Sometimes beauty isn’t seen, it’s heard. Have you ever found yourself sitting at the window sill with your eyes closed listening to the rain? Have you ever closed your eyes while sitting at the beach and just listened to the waves crashing to the shore?
While I admit that I haven’t taken the time to do those things with my eyes closed, I love the sound those two things bring.
I have stated many times that the beach is a medicinal place for me. I always leave it better than when I arrived. There is something about the waves crashing to shore and the sound that accompanies each crash. It’s not beckoning danger. It isn’t looking to hurt you. It’s simply doing what it is supposed to. Each wave brings new life to shore and washes old life away.
The same is true with a rainstorm. Each drop falling to ground brings with it a new freshness. When it lands on the ground it delivers new life to the spot and washes old life away.
Nature uses waves and rain to “wash” the earth, to cleanse it. I think that is why the beach is so medicinal to me. Each wave is saying, “Come, my child, let me cleanse your mind and your soul.” The air is thick with humidity, yet I breathe clearly. I allow the salt to enter in to my lungs and cleanse me with each breath I take. I feel free to be me again.
I love simple rainstorms, not nasty tornado producing thunderstorms. Thunder and I do not get along. I love the simple rainstorm that comes to cleanse the ground. It leaves behind the sweet, crisp scent of having washed away unnecessary things. It, too, helps me breathe better internally. It calms me and gives me a chance to recoup and find myself again.
As I type this, the windows are open in the room I’m in. There is a wonderful breeze blowing. I’m hoping it will bring a little rain to dance with it soon.
If it does, I’ll close my eyes and enjoy the sound of the rain. Won’t you join me?
