Even As It Storms

Even as it storms: 

there's only first light at dawn, even as it storms, and my sunrise walk beckons - and so I head through the door into heavy rain, lightning flashing but still seems far, as thunder rumbles from a distance, assuring me of a safe, yet rain soaked walk. 

this was yesterday's walk, getting out of the door just before sunrise to chase that early light, getting it to hit the eyes at just the right time to cause a positive effect and produce the conditions that lead to an easy slumber later that night. It's a health practice, part of a routine of breathwork, meditation, and yoga that restores me to a central point of well-being. And it works, but more so, this is a ritual of spirit, a morning renewal found only through my time in nature. 

even as it storms.

we don't get to choose the conditions nature might hold for us, it's how we find it everyday, and the only recourse is our acceptance, to brace ourselves and enter the morning exactly as its found. Heavy rain at all, at least for this morning. I don't mind the rain, not really, as once past the initial discomfort I am as wet as I'll be for the duration of my walk, reminding myself that in reality, I'm waterproof, my skin shedding water as easily as any duck's feathers. It's a small comfort, but brings a smile through the rain, and with that I fully embrace the storm, giving up notions of wet and dry and simply walk towards the subtle early light that finds its way to me through the dense cover of the clouds. 

there's only first light at dawn.

even as it storms. 

~

Peace, Eric