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Open Windows

June 13




I roll down the window in the rain hoping reality will soak in with the droplets.  I tilt up my face as I leave the car and let the water shower my features.  The downpour is the jolt to living for which I have prayed.  I stand on my lawn and rinse the day out of my hair; I clear my brain in the fresh rainwater.  The driving rain pounds the house and trees but I feel massaged and cared for.  My skin, reflexive, teaches my mind to absorb and hydrate.  I turn my thoughts to Greater Powers.  Even if the doors have been closed, I can open the windows and let the rain come in.

  Soap the windows on some of your ideas so you can work in privacy.