I am grateful for the beauty I see.
Today as I was driving in the rain, I noticed how happy all of the trees were.
They were dancing in delight in the storm.
The herbs in the garden that were planted last year have suddenly sprouted forth and spread their branches as though they’ve gained a new confidence.
Even though I drove slowly through the flooded streets, so as not to get my brakes wet, and put my wipers on full speed, I couldn’t help but notice the looming black clouds ahead. They were the blackest clouds I’d ever seen. And the rain gushed out of them in layers or transparent sheets.
The rain, the cold, the wet is not always welcomed. It forces us inside.
Right now, I’m being forced to go inside, to contemplate and ask myself questions that are wanting answers.
Things aren’t happening as quickly as I would like them to.
And that’s okay, because I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, waiting out the storm, watching for signs of Spring.
In gratitude, I trust the seasons, to do what they do, and I am willing to wait, have patience with myself, that my life is in Divine Order. And so it is.