Tag Archives: Rain

It is a rainy day at the beach. Nice. Nice for me anyway. Because I know it will stop. And I know where all the leaks are in my house. And I can make a wish on the rainbow that will most certainly arrive in an hour or two. Plus, I already had my yoga practice. and I walked the dogs on the beach in between storms with no one except us and the drift wood, lots of it. It seems to come from everywhere: whole trees, parts of trees, parts of buildings and parts of ships. Each piece talks to me if I stop to look closely, if I don’t run from the rain. Each piece tells a story with its barnacles, the moss and the places where it has been worn smooth by, I imagine, the reef and the waves. (more…)