10-9-13
RMB Rain Wonder
Dear
Rita Mae Brown,
It rained
today, really rained. This is a welcome rarity in the area of southern
California where I live. One friend used to love the rain when she lived here. Then
she moved back east, where it rains more than it doesn’t rain. Does she still
love it or has it become a nuisance? Is it still magical or just annoying? When
we get used to things, we no longer see their magic. We become complacent.
Here, it
rains and we all go outside to “see the rain”. We stand a moment and marvel at
it, taking in the sight with wonder, smelling its scent, sometimes stepping
into it feeling its touch. I drove home through the center of a rainbow. It
stretched from far off on one side of the road to far over to the other side,
with the road in the center.
As I write
this, hoping I never lose the wonder of rain, it settles in just how many
aspect of life have become so common that they no longer inspire wonder. We are
a demanding folk. We want the clear running water in our taps at the ready, the
shop down the street with anything we could possibly want or need and every
other convenience we have become accustomed to.
I sit here in
wonder of all that came to pass to make this life possible. Numerous souls traveled here before who labored, invented and invested of themselves to
create the world we live in. The earth itself evolved to its current state
offering natural resources and landscapes of grandeur.
If it is a
truth that gratitude makes everything better, what an opportunity we overlook
daily in our complacency. All that surrounds us is deserving of wonder, of
gratitude, yet wonder eludes us, as we struggle and complain, wrangle and argue,
working to fit square pegs in round wholes. Are we ever mindful, as we toil
with the task at hand, that this is OUR contribution to someoneelse’s future?
Could we take
a moment to look around and say “thank you”? Can we watch what we create, no
matter how minute or how great, whether it is a phase, nay even a word, or a
work of art, or an invention, or the contribution to a child learning math who
will go forth, applying that math to the equation of his life, to his contribution? Can we take care to
make whatever we do, all that we are, something that carries forward the best
of us?
With wonder
at all there is and all there could be,
Loraine
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