Moisture
posted by jm at 2:26 AM
Sunday, October 22, 2006
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- Name: jm
I am a brilliant creation of the universe formed from the cosmic protoplasm sailing into eternity. I have two hands, two feet, a couple of great ears, and I'm clipping through life at a moderate pace; minding my p*s and q*s, crossing my t*s, dotting every i.
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Reminds me....
Cousin: "But it might rain."
Me: "Don't worry. You're waterproof!"
For real?
Always reassuring everyone.
It will be interesting to see what we sense as all the airy Libra with the fire now goes into watery Scorpio. There will be 6 planets in water along with the North node.
Yeah, I actually said that. I don't remember what we wanted to go out for, but it didn't seem like a little rain ought to stop us. :-)
But it might rain.
It wasn't even rain. Just the possibility. Cautious cousin, I would say.
All these deterrents to in and out. What is one to do. Sigh.
Well, he had a tendency to paranoia. My mother's side of the family errs on the side of caution. :-)
One of my aunts sometimes calls and says, "I was thinking of coming into the city. But I'm afraid it will be humid." I'm not sure what she wanted me to say to her!
What a beautific face. The face speaks of what my heart feels when i stand in the rain.
I love rain.
The pattering on the roof at night is a lullaby that carries me back to my cradle and safety.
Walking through the forest this time of year with the rain splatting on dry leaves is music to my soul. Brushing under big trees, tipping small waterfalls down the back of the neck sends a quick shiver before it gets shifted into warmth, breathing in the fragrance sweet before the decay sets in...all connects me to earth and season.
Fall rain, i am very susceptible to it not waterproofed at all. It seduces me always.
One of my aunts sometimes calls and says, "I was thinking of coming into the city. But I'm afraid it will be humid.
Well that's a good excuse as any. I would tell her to dress properly.
Nice tseka. I love the rain too, especially since we get so little here.
The sound on the roof definitely does arouse a feeling of safety. Being dry, inside, and not having to go out. Sounds of nourishment, rhythm, natural grace. All the things we surely need.
I looked at this picture and thought of all the times I played in the rain as a child and young woman, and how I haven't done that lately. Never too late. Put that on the schedule for next summer.
I do have to admit to some difficult memories too, though. The most magical house I ever had was in santa Fe and the roof was practically nonexistent. Sheets came down the walls and pieces of ceiling fell. Everyone said, "so what. There's enough beauty and soul in the house so it doesn't matter." I still objected to the water in my house. The only room that was dry was my bubble gum pink bedroom.
Another time when I was deep into the war zone after everybody died, I had life pounding me fron above nonstop...cracking floors, loud music, fighting, all night video games, Godzilla himself as a resident for awhile, etc. But when the rain found it's way from the chimney down to my 2nd floor apartment exactly on top of my electric keyboards, I knew it was time for a change. Me and the forces had some negotiating to do.
My house in Colorado Springs also leaked, so I have a history of nonprotection.
I still rejoice everytime it rains in this house and no leaks spring.
I still rejoice everytime it rains in this house and no leaks spring.
Now there's a bottom line if I ever heard one!
I too love rain - the scents are so evocative, and seasonally specific. The scent of sagebrush after a good rain is heavenly. And the fragrance of rain-wet creosote brush will always remind me of living in the desert Southwest. Fall rains + wind have a wonderful rush to them, all the leaves swirling & drifting around . . . yes, I do love this time of year! :-)
Ohmy... where in the world do you get these wonderful pictures, jm! This one I simply HAD to use as the computer screen wallpaper for a while.
The season's rains have started up at long last here in western Oregon. I am so delighted when that happens... the magical ferns & lichens & delicate mosses splash their abundant soft green on everything! Yup... & nothin' like the aroma... & there always seems to be a last hoorah of roses at this time of year, too. It quite possibly is the most utterly unbearable in pathos & beauty but we bear it anyway.
Joanna, for heaven's sake. I didn't know you were so visual.:-)
I get the pictures everywhere...children's books, other obscure books, magazines. My eyes are leaping these days. I love sharing them. Almost became a filmmaker and it's still with me.
The radiance of this child's raincoat really struck me and made me feel good.
It quite possibly is the most utterly unbearable in pathos & beauty but we bear it anyway.
Beautiful statement.
Never been to Oregon but I have fantasies about it's depth and beauty.
It always amazes me how sense impressions can go so quickly and directly to the soul. And how unique individual reactions are. How ordinary little things are put together to create larger than life experiences. They are vital.
I like the bright slicker, jm, but I'm mesmerized by the child's face...
I wonder if having chldren changes a woman's perceptions.
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