mlerules | The Rain Returns

And it's filling me w/joy. Perhaps my capacity for joy has increased w/the space available in my lungs. The phlegm invasion reduced my focus to my chest, breathing, coughing, Kleenex, all sorts of blech sauce. Then yesterday arrived, full of promise and hope and sunshine and more energy and feeling much (but not yet all...sigh) better. This morning's rain - the sound of plinking and plunking of raindrops and the rush of water down spouts and roofs and the street, and of birdies chirping like mad, more than there've been in a while...or at least more than I've noticed recently; the sight of the glowing reflective water droplets glistening on the Japanese maple on the front lawn, slowly swelling then rushing downward to join their brethren (I'm SO glad I got the steppables planted on the front lawn before Mem'l Day weekend); the feeling of the oh-so-cool air flowing through window over my oh-too-hot skin and the soft purple chenille blanket I use to cover myself up with...leaving enough where 'tis for kittenhead Havana who's joined me on the couch. And soon my senses of taste and smell will return to normal as well. Still residual built-up stuffiness stopping subtleties from sinking in. (Legend wore amber over to Common Grounds last night. I could detect it, barely, when he came over and asked if'n I liked it and wafted it right in my face (after asking first, b'c he's a sensible one ;-))

I think what I like so much about today's rain, other than my renewed sense of appreciation - and my appreciation of my renewed senses, is the contrast w/yesterday's brightness, warmth, and sunnyness. Too much of anything can grow old. (It's one reason SoCal's bright blue skies day after day wore on me at times, although luckily, living in Santa Monica meant I often had the variety of fog to break it up nicely.)

Last night I felt my soul awake as the phlegm fled. My energy started flowing again, less logy finally, more ready, willing, and able to fly. My thoughts were active, plans started forming, ideas sparked. I'm a bit torn this summer 'tween taking what looks like a fascinatingly interesting class at PCC: Freedom Songs: Six Decades of Civil Rights Through Its Music and having the freedom to do a lot of getting outta town and exploring local Naturey bits.

I've decided/realized that I wanna do more Here & Now'ing and less planning. Of course, to me this means a certain amount of planning ahead of time - or at least setting things up - for this to happen. And yet I seem to need some spark to get OUT and about.

lightfoote's kayak outing yesterday - and the photos he posted therefrom - may be just the spark, as it reminds me vividly of the value of getting out and about and being more in the now (as opposed to always/merely planning/preparing/getting ready), to doing and being in the now (and BAPAMAP) vs. preparing for't.

That class, however, looks really neato. Furthermore, amazingly enough, it fits my schedule really well: Wed eves from late June 'til early Aug when it wouldn't interfere w/anything I already have planned, either long weekend trips or Tu Pagan Jug Band or Th potlucks. It'd give me a focus for a chunk of time, w/out too much pressure (it's a community ed/non-credit class), and I've been wanting a focus. And I'd still be able to daytrip places or even take longer trips. And there'd still be August for longer Toad Ripping...'cept I wanna go NOW (and health concerns're keeping me in check for now, followed soon by a fairly full calendar through the end of the month).

Hmm, I need to head over yonder (PCC Cascades) one weekday evening soon to check out the area and parking availability, suss out the safety situation where I could catch the bus to get back, &c.

I'm SO glad to be back...or nearly so - to health & strength & with energy. Now for tea and some healthy food (yogurt & berries & herbal tea).

The Rain Returns

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