posted on Jul, 28 2013 @ 05:48 PM
I recently read a poem by my friend Nat that captured the joy and wonder of a rainstorm and it triggered a powerful memory from my youth. I now share
it without fear of shame or ridicule. Without being disrespectful I have come to a place in my life where I no longer worry about what others might
think of me.
When I was young I would sometimes sneak away from the house when there was a gentle summer rain and make my way through the forest to a small hidden,
grassy, glade. It was a very beautiful and magical place. Surrounded by majestic trees and carpeted in short green grass, it was decorated with lilies
and trilliums in the spring and with wild roses in the summer.
On summer days I would often lie upon my back and watch the invisible hand paint the sky with puffy clouds. I would sometimes sleep and awaken to the
sound of the wind in the trees. I would listen to the forest sound and felt accepted by the glade, by everything that grew and lived there.
But it was the rain that made my time in the glade so powerful and life changing. I would take off my already wet clothes and dance nude in the rain.
It was absolutely intoxicating. I felt so close to the earth and yet connected to the sky. My dance was sometimes slow and almost choreographed and
sometimes uninhibited like a forgotten sacred dance. I danced to the rhythm of my heart. The raindrops would wash away my tears of sadness and become
tears of joy.
Afterwards, I would feel so clean, pure and refreshed. I would often return home reluctantly but holding the feeling and joy in my heart. When things
became tough in my life the glade became my place of healing and restoration. Now when I am caught in the rain I rejoice in the feeling of those
silvery diamonds running down my face, and my body, soul and spirit rejoice.
It was a secret I held until now and I share it with you and my other friends because I believe you will understand. Each of us have our own
experience of that secret glade. Maybe it was a loved person rather than a place. Somewhere in your memory there is a place where you felt safe and
I have not been back to that glade for a long time, too long! I am waiting impatiently for the gentle rain.
edit on 06/02/2011 by grayeagle because: slight change