As I sat last night hearing the rain literally banging against the window panes of my home I was reminded of this past winter when we had three blizzards within a week’s period of time. I remember watching the snow fall and accumulate on the driveway and especially saw it move halfway up my upstairs window above my sunroom.
I really love that sunroom. During the years since it was built it has become a room for quiet and peacefulness. I am drawn to it each morning and begin my day with thoughts and prayers then a few minutes of meditation. Its ritual I’ve followed for the past 20 years.
But, last night was different. It was rain coming down in torrents soaking a newly created lawn in front of my house causing a softness to the soil that prevents the movement of sprinklers, etc..The good news revolves around the goodness of Mother Nature who is watering our new lawn every few days removing the need for additional watering. After two weeks I see a green haze forming. Mother Nature is sure cunning.
It was that pitter-pat of rain on the windows that really caught my attention. Memories flooded my mind of a time when I was around 12 years of age living in a small cottage during summer in a touristy town next to where I live now. Specifics were not necessary because the memory was sweet and nostalgic of a time when the world was so much simpler, easy to understand.
Today should be easier because of all the new electronics and helpers we have but it really isn’t. It seems we’ve built another layer on top of the layer we so accustomed to. Yes, what promised to make life easier has really complicated it further. Complicated is the operative word I thought. It is so far removed from the quiet of my sunroom in the morning.
Maybe that its why the sunroom is so attracting to my inner soul. I naturally gravitate toward its comfort and know that it provides that needed solace from the splat of daily life. I am so grateful for those moments when my mind can just fade away and I find myself peaceful again. Of course, that is why I enjoy the quiet and refreshing, healing, and rejuvenation I receive when I allow my mind to “take a vacation” so I can spend time with Spirit each day.
When do you spend the time to allow Spirit to fill that empty space during meditation or during moments of quiet? Or do you just forget about solace and enjoy that race we now call life? Go faster, “they” say because we need to make more money or produce more trinkets. Family, don’t worry they will take care of themselves. No, no. It is time to get back to family-to quiet-to solace. It is time to allow Spirit into your life during moments of reflection.
It is that rain against the window pane that really brings me back to that time when things seemed simpler, moments became longer and life became definable. I remember those strange moments when I was a kid. My brothers and I went into the pharmacy down the street and sat on the stools beside the soda fountain. We each asked for a glass of soda water which always fizzed and tickled our noses. We swallowed that bubbly wonder water and ran home jumping up and down to make sure we got the full benefit of the fizz. Once home we would lay on our beds and burp over and over again. What fun!
When was the last time you did something so full of youthful desires? I say, “let’s all run home and burp again”. Let’s remember those moments with a smile because we are the last generation to have such memories. I urge you to find those times of solace each day when your mind can “go on vacation” and you can bask in the warmth and beauty of Spirit’s love. Give it a try. Listen to the rain against the glass, the wind in the trees, or the simple in and out of your breath. Start today, so you can plant the seeds needed to build your new tomorrow.