I woke before dawn. The rain had stopped. I could hear the river roaring. From acres away. Yet it sounded like it was going to come right through the window, carry me away. What am I doing? Trying to swim upstream. Trying to go back to some other time. Why not ride the wave? It will surely take me back home anyway, in time.
So. Before it starts raining again...
I don’t think children complain about the rain until they are taught to… Weaving with the waves… thinking of light through water.
Funny how we get taught…
To all of you rain fans, check out the song « Rain » (1966) by John Lennon. A neat song that I recently re-discovered. Genius !
Whenever I am having a particularly hard time with things (whatever they may be) I ask myself if I am “swimming upstream”? When I give in to the flow – I get where I am supposed to be (which is not always where I thought I wanted to be).
Wierd, right? Fighting has some error in it…
We’re at the mercy sometimes of what we’re subconsciously led to do. Maybe we’re not sure yet where the river will take us, but the journey is worth the anticipation of it. We’re all still growing, right?
I miss the Hudson Valley, it’s a very special place to me, especially this time of year and in fall.
Is it induced, this wanting always to hold on? Gets worse in old age. I feel as if we are more than ever in need of change… to remain relevant.
It is very beautiful, the Hudson and it’s Valley.
I am reminded of a comment I read recently by a terminal cancer patient in hospice care who said “I would give anything to feel the rain on my face one last time.”
Kind of puts stuff into perspective doesn’t it?
indeed. what are we thinking?
Your garden is so lush….we are still waiting for signs of life.
The trees are in bud, and the peepers are singing
All the rain, it’s exploding…
After the thunderstorms here the next day followed with gusty winds too!
I need a little sun to gain some focus 🌞
Enjoy seeing your garden grow 🌱🌱🌱
it’s the need for light, these old eyes…
Love the garden update. To hear a roaring river in the background would lead me there like the pied piper!
Yeah, popped right out of bed. There is big wind today too. Everything is in motion.
Probably is such a good word… along with might and maybe.
seems a cousin to What if?…
Happy May Day! I just left a cone of flowers on the neighbor’s kids porch.
Your garden inspires me as do your floating sketches.
And the sunshine this morning energizes me.
it was a surprise sun break, just wow, spring in my heart.
loving the ‘weave me a river” with curvy, irregular strips interwoven!
lots of dreamweaving going on.
A reminder…to me…to go with the flow. It is such a natural thing.
it’s the only way to be in it.
oh, I forgot- honestly who doesn’t love the rain?!! I hear people say it’s awful outside because it’s raining!! And the search continues….. (for intelligent life)
it has become music, especially after last year’s drought.
First, your garden!!! Lovely and lush how exciting
your “floating” sketches are fascinating, what will they become?
are those bluebells in your garden? I remember being in Texas, in the Spring, everywhere you look a sea of blue
those are ajuga, aka bugleweed.
oh! I have that growing in my garden, not because I planted it, it can just take over
I love May
For all the Promise it Weaves into my Heart.
it’s a jungle here already
Weaving a river made me think of the Bosporus River wherein the upper layer flows one direction and the bottom layer flows another. Of course any fish have learned to “flow” with this peculiarity.😉 Merry May!
The Hudson here, flows in two directions, which actually means it is not a river but a tidal estuary. I learned that recently. So much to learn.
The man here, from Turkey, spent most of his college years living on the Bosporus. I love this flow story.
Bosporus. I’m going to read about that today. Thank you.