Gentle Rain.

Ahhhhh, this gentle rain that wakens me to this day. I am so grateful for it's prescence. It reminds me of the true forces in this world. Not those of man or companies or the work our hands do, but of the work our collective and indivdual souls do each day. Some of the days are so hard anf difficult one wants to cry and end this life because of the struggle, yet others are so full of light and warmth that I have nothing but gratitude for the blessing of being a witness to this. A soft voice tells me that it will be alright, everything will be alright. The distirbances around me are just illusion, a news story at 6, then by 11 it is another story we contend with. Life is indeed beautiful, we can train ourselves to let it ALL wash over us and let it go, for soon enough our time will be up too, how did we spend it? How did we share it?