Ride the Wind, Swim the Rain

It's raining. Slow, soaking rain. It is seeping into the ground, moistening the earth, nourishing the trees. The wind brought the rain. Gusty, whipping wind. It whirled around the trees, causing them to whisper, causing them to sing. I only caught glimmers of the song, a note here, a melody line there. Occasionally, I even heard harmony. The rain makes its own music. Steady and complete. I hear it easier than the wind, but both combine and raise a symphony.

Why have we forgotten the music? Why can't we hear Creation resounding in her earthy, yet celestial tones? Why do our voices rise as dissonance into the music, causing discord rather than harmony? Because we are hurt. We are broken. We are blinded by our selves. What sad creatures we humans are! We cannot even see the beauty laying right in front of us!

Yet, this blindness has been the rule rather than the exception for years of our existence. Since Adam and Eve, we have believed the distractions and lost the music. Occasionally, we hear it. The Voice breaks through our defenses and we crumble before it. However, more often than not, we block the voice. We live in distraction. We drown out the Voice and the Song so that we can be what we want. We project images of ourselves onto ourselves to hide from the Music, others, and ourselves.

We are frail, stupid creatures. We are human. We are capable of such evil when we drown out the Music and succumb to the Noise. Yet, we are also capable of such beauty when we submit to the Joy. Oh to lose ourselves in the Joy of the Song, to ride with the wind, to swim in the rain. How mach happier we would be if only we'd lose ourselves in it. And the beauty of it all is once we totally lose ourselves in the Music, we are given it right back within the Song.