02/04/2023
Rain has transformed the hills here where we live, even the little creeks are flowing, tiny miracles after a long drought.
Water is a metaphor for life. Water is our lifeblood, and teaches us about the quality of fluidity. I share this poem from Clarissa Pinkola Estes:
💦Rainmaker: you could be the water💦
By the scent of water alone,
the withered vine comes back to life,
and thus…wherever the land is dry and hard,
you could be the water;
or you could be the iron blade
disking the earth open;
or you could be the acequia,
the mother ditch, carrying the water
from the river to the fields
to grow the flowers for the farmers;
or you could be the honest engineer
mapping the dams that must be taken down,
and those dams which could remain to serve
the venerable all, instead of only the very few.
You could be the battered vessel
for carrying the water by hand;
or you could be the one
who stores the water.
You could be the one who
protects the water,
or the one who blesses it,
or the one who pours it.
Or you could be the tired ground
that receives it;
or you could be the scorched seed
that drinks it;
or you could be the vine,
green-growing overland,
in all your wild audacity…
~ Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes
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My prayer is to be like water
flowing, moving through this life
bringing softness, strength, nourishment;
shaped
not held
by whatever is containing me as I pass through.
Over time
may this vessel that I inhabit begin to yield
changing form
edges smoothed by flowing, yielding grace.
May the waters of compassion quench our thirst
overflow into the rivers, lakes and oceans
ending suffering, restoring the heart.
Let us all be the rainmakers. 💦🌈🙏🌈💦
