RAINSTORM
Rainstorm in the desert.
Life to the desert. The holes in the
rock around my camp are filled to capacity. Violent thunder crashing all around me. Like freight trains coming from every
direction. Hail. After days of crackling dry heat, the desert
is filled with water. If only for a few
days. A sense of celebration is in the
air. I sit in my tent, wide-eyed,
waiting for the next explosion each time the lightning flashes. I’m camped next to a sandstone wash. I wonder if it will flood. The wash looks like an art masterpiece. Sensual shapes and curves. Fine arcs and tunnels sculpted from sandstone
by thousands of years of rain just like this one. When the rain lets up I step from my tent and
watch the water, still running down the various channels and grooves in the
rock. Filling each small tinaja. Gallons of water surround me where there was
none only an hour ago. I stare in
amazement at the water which was so scarce for the majority of my trip. Abundance fills the air. There is a rainbow. Thank you.
I’ve felt very guided, taken care of, and watched over on this
trip.
When you open up and surrender to the present moment, accept
it for all its beauty and amazement, the universe becomes helpful. Guiding you to all the right places. Decisions are just decisions. Either answer is correct. Just choose.
You will be guided. Taken care
of. As long as you are grateful. Aware.
It’s when you fight the present moment that the universe
seems to be against you. Nothing turns
out your way. Every decision is the
wrong one. You get caught up in your
mind. Your ego. “If only I had done this, or that.” Life becomes a struggle.
It’s a beautiful day, and the sun is starting to come out
from behind the clouds. I’ve got some
hiking to do yet.
THE FROG
A frog, who makes his home under a large rock in the largest
water hole comes out to inspect his pond, which has grown to nearly twice its
size. He sees me and freezes. Not moving a muscle, or even an eyelid. I freeze too and we both sit completely still
for almost five minutes. Easy for a
frog, difficult for a human, but I occupy my time watching cloud formations in
the reflection of the water. After a
while, he forgets I’m there. Short-term
memory. He swims across the small
waterhole and under his rock once more.
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