Spring Rain

Being I am of an imaginary fae like artist the spring rain has powerful reactions on my creativity. It brings forth the season of Spring, that most people associate with the fae. The blooming of flowers, the coming of the bee's, new gardens, and babies. There is just something powerfully magical about that truly first night rain storm. The sound of the silent snow is replaced by the pattering of millions of drops of water, and if were lucky the crack of thunder. The storm that awoke me this morning was of the pattering quiet kind, that drips down the windows and makes one think of warm blankets and hot tea. For me the sound of rain also has romantic properties. Something about that rhythm of the pattering droplets makes me want to dance, and be free. There are so many romantic comedies where a dash in the rain leads to that first kiss moment in the movie. The sound and feel of the rain, the rhythm of the droplets landing on everything around us - it gives the illusion of privacy. A place we can all play safely, passionately, and it draws our focus to whatever is directly around us.

This particular rain storm occurred in the wee hours of Easter. A day I've always had trouble with. Due to new memories I've been creating artistically I think I can safely replace the death of my father oh so many years ago with the dawning of a new Spring - and let the fae by my guide. I will never forget the love of my father, but I can safely let go of the pain - let the storm wash it away. Now I have new thoughts when the rain falls, and for Easter. Let the creative force be my guide, and heal my soul on all fronts. This is a time of healing, love, and new beginnings.

May today be an inspiration for all things good!