42. Rain

I must admit that today I was not much focused on the attitude of gratitude. I busied myself with myriad of small things to think of, of worries, concerns... It is also one of those days when my sense of smell is overly enhanced and even the flowers smell too strong and I focus, unfortunately, on many bad smells. Even my mind went that way.

So, as the day was nearing it´s end I wondered what moment of this day, whatever small thing is there I could focus on in gratitude or some kind of admiration. Did I do anything worth keeping? Aa I, in my mind, turned the leaves of hours of this day I stopped at the picture of my legs walking through the high grass, while walking at the edge of the field where two men were placing seeds into the ground. While I was there I was busy with my erand, with what I needed to ask, what I needed to arrange and still do in the day. But looking back at the daily pictures and memory of my own moments of work in the earth, picture of today´s high grass, green and wet, earth, flat orange-brown seeds of the beans in the opening, and rain, drops of rain touching me.

At first I could not even remember if it was raining today, until I remembered the touch of it. Freshness and slight cold of the air, movement of the wind. Rain, of course, I am surely grateful for the rain! Everyone was talking of it in last days, that the cold is coming back and that it may rain. People wish to keep the sun, but, as much as I do also wish for sunny days, just days ago I notified that wells are getting dried and that possibly both plants and animals out there in the nature may too be in a need of water. All those trees that celebrate in a full bloom, all small flowers of whild strawberries to be, blueberries in making and lillies of the valey along the road, they need the water at this moment in time. I too need a moment of shade and coolness, a moment to pose and look for a comforting time of a blanket and a hot cup of something reassuring that life will move on and move the best way it should.

And I am grateful for a moment where I could say a word of encouragement to someone on the way to their trial, however insignificant it may be, I am a person that likes to place a good thought and a prayer into the life at times. So, at the end, there were many, many things to be grateful and happy and thoughtful about. Seeds given into the arms of the earth, nourished by rain and called out by the sunrays will break out from darkness, strech their hands and give gifts of fruits in due course of time. To nourish and to return into the making of the earth and life. Thank you!