life seems decidedly strange when you're looking into the downpour. when it rains so hard that all you've known and experienced and all that you have yet to know and experience blurs, and washes into a single moment. when it rains so hard the landscape is streaked with doubt and worry. when it rains so hard, it hurts your eyes. you know which way you were coming from and which way you should go, but the rain makes you hesitate. it makes things so unfamiliar, and the world is suddenly a drenched canvas, with all the colours running. what are these unknown shapes, and hues, and phantoms. where are those things that you were sure about: that sheltered forest or that secret road or that past experience...the thing is...they're still there. with or without the downpour, everything is right where it was; either how you remembered, or hidden in a million slivers of water. the feeling, and the forest are still there, and getting wet may be necessary to see them how you remembered. working through the doubt may be necessary to experience assurance, or to realize assurance once had.
so when you think you can see the trees, the past, or the future through the unknown, through the rain, and through the downpour, it might just be worth exploring...
3 comments:
i entirely agree.
and so happy to get a comment from you. i'll hold you to that, that there are many more to come. :) miss you
you are good at this whole 'truth speaking' thing.
i agree with robyn's comment about agreeing with you.
i like to read this.
write more.
you know what else i like?
to 'read' this in person (a.k.a. hang out and chat) so let's do that soon, okay?
well said my friend. well said.
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