It happens to be raining and raining hard on the day that I write this. I have a love/hate affair with the rain. Actually, that is not true. I love rain and used to dance around in it as a kid. I love the musical classic “Singing in the Rain” with Gene Kelly. The only time I am not a fan of the rain is when I am driving in it or I am wearing something I do not want to get wet. I love being curled up on the couch in a warm blanket with some hot tea and listening to the sound of the drops hitting the window and whatever other surfaces stand between the drops getting from the clouds to the surface of the earth. I love the cleansing nature that being awash with water represents. On some level, I always imagine rain representing an opportunity to release and move forward. I am most likely impacted by being raised as a Christian and a decent grasp of the sacrament of Baptism. Also growing up in the desert allows for the presence of water on any level to have a greater impact. When I witness the rain pouring out of the sky with no end in sight I feel the effusion of energy from the heavens. It kind of reminds me of when I have one of those epic cries only after which I feel like I can breathe. I imagine the earth has a lot of tears to shed or perhaps it is giving us as humans permission to grieve. (something we are not very adept at). There seems to be an inherent fear of effusion, regardless of whether the emotions expressed are good or bad. Honestly, it is hilarious that as emotional beings we fight our very nature so much so that we classify effusion as something best kept in artistic expressions like stories, art, music, or poems. Somehow it is okay if we want to dance for joy upon hearing a song or cry bucket loads of tears after watching a touching movie. But if we find ourselves effusing emotions randomly we are somehow out of control. Maybe it rains consistently as part of the earth experience because God is trying to invite us to accept our nature. For that matter, maybe that is why waterfalls are so awe-inspiring. One cannot get more effusion than seeing a cascade of light-filled water come over a mountain. Maybe we could all benefit from embracing the effusion of life and what it means to be alive and not worry so much about how it looks to those who are still stuck in the denial of being an emotional being.
How might we open ourselves up to allowing the effusion of life to spring forth from us today?
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