It is pouring down rain today in my corner of the world, the Pacific Northwest (as usual).
My finace was adamant that we take our kayaks out this morning, he had decided on it last night, and plans are plans, you know. That being said, I found my very grumpy self dragging my kayak into the small man-made lake near our home this morning, the rain pouring down across the water, the sky cloudy and grey. The very popular lake was completely deserted due to chance of thunder and lightning, and the dark clouds, aggressive rain and abundant wildlife was like being in a tropical rainforest. Lily pads floated by, frogs croaked, an eagle landed in a tree next to us and large blue herons stood idly on the bank until we got within feet of them, and they decided to fly away.
Somehow, despite my sourpuss attitude, it was exactly perfect.
I have been utterly depressed lately. With the media screaming into every facet of daily life, work situations, and life in general, I have been left wondering if I am even worth the air I intake, and whether or not my production level makes me a proper member of society (as if production level equates to the value of worth).
Sitting out there in the middle of a rainy lake, it allowed me to untangle many things. Somehow through the quiet and sound of nature, I knew that in the end, it was all going to be okay.
I was able to accept that every day is a new day. That through it all, the world will keep on turning. And that through the noise, dissention and hatred, there’s always a plan and a purpose. And I can rest in that.
And then there was peace.
#thoughts #nature #peace