Rain falls outside my window tonight. The smell is intoxicating, or maybe that’s the leftover buzz from the beer I had with dinner. The locally brewed one with just a touch more alcohol than the popular national ones.
My child sleeps, diagonally, on the sofa while the TV shares stories of women and pain and love. The birds stopped singing about an hour ago, just before the rain began.
Rain is my favorite of all weather events. It is purifying and refreshing. It washes away the drama of the day, the fears, the worries, the uncertainty, and reminds us that nothing is permanent. Tomorrow is a new day, and so is the one that follows.
Uncertainty is a human state of mind, and tonight, at the center of a pandemic, we are all afraid. We are afraid of sickness and death and poverty and destitution. We are afraid to speak our truths because we may need something from someone, and our truths may not match.
We are afraid to speak kindly to ourselves. We are afraid to let go and trust that all things work out in some way. We are afraid when someone tells us we might be wrong, and we are even more afraid that they might be right.
But still. The sun rises every day, even when hidden by clouds and rain.
Today is not about comedic relief, or profundity, or progress. Today is about sitting in peace, with the rain falling, washing the chalk drawings from the sidewalk, and knowing that tomorrow is coming. And allowing it in…
Corona Can't Keep Me Down 