The Blessed Rain

As I sit out on our porch, giving thanks for the rain, I'm reminded of some lines from one of Carrie Newcomer's songs:

The Blessed Rain it falls like Grace,
Without regard to wealth or race ...

Friends and family tire, I think, of hearing me remind them of the blessings of rain. But I can't help it. I've always loved the rain, but after living in the Sonoran Desert for over four years, the blessings of rainfall are more resplendent than ever. When the monsoon season arrived, I would sit out on our patio with each Blessed Rain. I still do. Here in the Ozarks, now, after a half-day deluge, the foliage is absolutely dazzling!

You can listen to the song "We Were Sleeping," which contains those lines, HERE.

May we always feel blessed by rain and, perhaps, let our Love fall like the rain, with grace, and without regard for wealth or race.

Toe-Tapping Empowerment

An awesome song I heard for the first time last night. Not a new song or artist, but new to me. :-) Enjoy!

Mountain Song

From the spring on the mountain top 

gushes forth in scintillating silver 

the voices of every droplet of moisture 

that has collected within the wells of wisdom 

and we are jubilant in Her abundance. 

Song explodes around us 

and from within Her core 

we know our One Soul, 

our joined Spirit that unifies this planet 

into a beautiful biosphere. 

We see and hear and give voice to

the truth of individuality and same -- 

the song of dichotomy that makes no sense 

but is perfectly at home in our hearts. 

Truth and love are settled in each others arms, 

cradled in our hearts, 

and they sing us to sleep 

as we rock them gently 

within the mountain currents.