It is a fantastically rainy day here in the not-so-wild midwest, and the spectacular sound of a downpour on my roof at night lulled me into dreams filled with blues and greens and sea-deep conversations…
A few things on this luscious lazy day to ponder – a sleepy Good News that sidles up to the porch and curls at yer feet. Rain on the rooftops, rain on the Mama. Good News Communique #10 – short and sweet like rich raindrops of perfect Beauty edition.
1. Rain. I love rain. Unlike snow, which carpets and muffles, rain illuminates and reveals. The secrets in oak bark are made manifest. The shining that lives inside our green cousins is set at center stage. One of my favorite activities is to run out into thunderstorms, throw my hands out and up to the black sky, and laugh and splash and sing and shout and dance. Fun with friends, fun by yourself. There is a mountain of healing in rain – washing away, washing away, making room for the New and the Fresh.
2. Jeff Lilly at Druid Journal has a gorgeous post about Beauty as the Meaning of the Universe. What can I say but that he’s right? He’s right. His post makes me desperately long for my beloved Southwest and the open breathtaking plains of Texas – and the light. That light.
3. Dreams. We are a dream-thick group, the Pagani. There is so much more to explore in our dreams that we have barely scratched even the surface. They are never stagnant – a constant moving, shifting, breathing, organic, evolving thing, the dream country.
4. Dianne Sylvan posts a beautiful love poem for Ostara on Dancing Down the Moon.
As for me – I’m taking a brief internet-fasting sabbatical for a few days. Posting at the PG should resume sometime next week. For the nonce, I plan to spend some quality time with the new growth in the backyard, the sweet secret places in the back of the cemetery near my home, the sourdough starter in the kitchen, and the flash and call of beeswax candles as I make offerings to my gods in celebration of the turning seasons. And dream. And dream.
