Singing In The Rain!

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It rained hard today. I took my walk anyway. I had to shower afterwards, so it made sense to get wet. Is that nuts or what?!


Sometimes I still like to break away from the norm...to walk in the rain-just because...to forgive someone--just because-I don't really want to...and to look optimistically to the future-just because the present isn't always so endearing.


Broadening our horizons doesn't take any extra money or time or even talent...we simply need a giant leap of faith...in ourselves, in our instincts and in our inner voice. The voice that says the rain won't melt you or forgiveness is your greatest asset or optimism will open up a whole new world of opportunity.


In fact, some brand new opportunities are unfolding rather quickly and I am actually a bit nervous...Nothing is almost safer than something-if you know what I mean. In fact, emptiness can be filled with grounding because too much of something can send us spiraling down a slippery slope.


But that's when I try to remember to live life on life's terms...to be conscious enough to be alert, but silent long enough- to hear the voice of reason. It's a delicate dance...and two left feet will fail you...But stepping on some toes every once in awhile won't leave any long term damage...It may pinch and hurt for awhile...But just that quickly the music will change and the rhythm will grab you and it will be as though Fred Astaire has danced his way back--into your heart...where the jitter bug will move you into a new dance of life that is every bit as wild and wonderful as the one you left behind.

Sometimes-it's good to let life happen--while making the most of the moment--so the memories
will remind us that singing in the rain is a song and an attitude that will make us soar skyward...
high above the norm and straight into the miraculous!

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