Sure was some Thunder & Lightning AND RAIN

Spose to rain again

so says that

person who makes the big bucks

and

predicts the weather!

BUT

way I figure it



Storms never last ...

and

there is always a

Rainbow

We Just gotta remember to look

UP

(just not in the rain)

Ready for coffee?

Got mine and it sure is good

and the rain is playing

percussion on the gutter this morning

just sounds lovely I tell ya.

Attitude is everything;

even when you feel broken, tired,

and

just plain out worn out

know you are but bent and tired.

That is your time

to

Rest.

STOMP

That sure was some rain of yesterday

mighty

Thunder beings played and the Lightning

danced across the skies of this area

throughout the day and evening

and the rains fell with force.

Everyone in a awhile it was so loud

that it just startled the little ones into action that

they were compelled to take action

and

run with wild abandon

around the pool

not realizing the error of their ways

until realizing that they heavy coats of hair

were then soaked!

They are indeed quite amusing!

Sometimes we as humans are like that;

we react from going from reactive

to in gear

zero to 100 in a hot minute

we do

adrenalin and shock

throw us into action quickly.

BUT

then we pay the price

and

need to lay down to recover

and to rest, while wondering

"what was I thinking"!

Life is like that sometimes.

Reactive from stimuli or situations

or circumstances.

Then we are exhausted, or weary beyond measure

forgetting that

"this feeling will pass"

and

that storms never last

and

we will again see the rainbow

or

that we will heal

and

restore and stand strong again.

Ever met those people?

Ever walked that path yourself?

Self-Care is NOT an option

and

learning to pace yourself is truly important in

and

during the storms of life

but there will always be those times

when you can't quite do that

demand and need push people beyond their own limits

and they have to do things that are outside normal limits

and once the crisis or demand is past

then they can just collapse or

fall down

for their bodies and mind and spirit

to finally get the needed rest

and

to restore their spirit, soul, body.

Once what is needed is attended to,

once the storm is over

the rainbow is seen

then

whew

then the beauty of the rainbow!

Sometimes when we are so weary, in pain and in struggles it is difficult if not impossible to hear the words of others and their suggestion in our ears much less our hearts...

Enough is enough during times like this.

It is during struggles along with other times

you will find out who your "true supporters and friends are"

it is important to remember

what others think and say of you

often reflect more on "them" than you.

As Maya Angelou once said

"when someone shows you who they are the first time

believe them and move on"

after all

if someone can't take you at your worst they sure

as hell do not deserve you at your best! I think

Marilyn Monroe said that one!

Have you ever wondered when you wonder about something or someone and their actions, there are those that will

"react, or will lash out"

and accuse you then of being "against them or their ideas"?

That should be your first clue

that maybe they just do not get it, and maybe they are not the ones that will be there for you when you need them

nor will they be the most understanding of the understanding!

I had a person who called themselves the friend friends like that once... others spent a lot of time upset over that.

During storms one notices much falls from the skies

and

it is more than rains I am sorry to tell you,

perhaps that is the real reason behind umbrellas.

So for today,

I offer you a

story, brought to me once again

on the backs of the lightning and the rolling thunder beings,

and a good one it is!

WADO

Ah, but there is nothing quite like a good rain,

it just washes it all clean

and if you ever heard rain under a tin roof?

That is truly a delight!

This morning I share with you

a legend on grief. 

There was a man and his wife who had one daughter. Mother and daughter were deeply attached to one another, and when the latter died the mother was disconsolate. She cut off her hair, cut gashes in her cheeks and sat before the corpse with her robe drawn over her head, mourning for her dead. Nor would she let them touch the body to take it to a burying scaffold. She had a knife in her hand, and if anyone offered to come near the body the mother would wail, “I am weary of life. I do not care to live. I will stab myself with this knife and join my daughter in the land of spirits.” Her husband and relatives tried to get the knife from her but could not. They feared to use force lest she kill herself. They came together to see what they could do.
 “We must get the knife away from her,” they said.


At last they called a boy, a kind of simple boy, yet with a good deal of natural shrewdness. He was an orphan and very poor. His moccasins were out at the sole and he was dressed in wei-zi (course buffalo skin, smoked). “Go to the tipi of the mourning mother,” they told the simple boy, “and in some way contrive to make her laugh and forget her grief. Then try to get the knife away from her.” The boy went to the tent and sat down at the door as if waiting to be given something. The corpse lay in the place of honor where the dead girl had slept in life. The body was wrapped in a rich robe and wrapped with ropes. Friends had been there earlier and each had covered it with rich offerings out of respect to the dead. As the mother sat on the ground with her head covered she did not at first see the boy, who sat silent.


But, when his reserve had worn away a little he began at first lightly, then more heavily, to drum on the floor with his hands. After a while he began to sing a comic song. Louder and louder he sang until carried away with his own singing he sprang up and began to dance, at the same time gesturing and making all manner of contortions with his body, still singing the comic song.


 As he approached the corpse he waved his hands over it in a blessing. The mother put her head out of the blanket and when she saw the poor boy with his strange grimaces trying to do honor to the corpse by his solemn waving, and at the same time keeping up his comic song, she burst out laughing.


 Then she reached over and handed her knife to the boy. “Take this knife,” she said. “You have taught me to forget my grief. If while I mourn for the dead I can still be mirthful, there is no reason for me to despair. I no longer care to die. I will life for my relations.”


The boy left the tipi and brought the knife to the astonished husband and relatives. “How did you get it? Did you force it away from her, or did you steal it?” they asked.
“She gave it to me. How could I force it from her or steal it when she held it in her hand, bade uppermost? I sang and danced for her and she burst out laughing. Then she gave it to me,” he answered.


When the old men of the village heard of the orphan’s story they were very silent. It was a strange thing for a boy to dance in a tipi where there was mourning. It was stranger that a mother should laugh in a tipi before the corpse of her dead daughter. The old men gathered at last in council. They sat a long time without saying anything, for they did not want to decide hastily.
The pipe was filled and passed many times. At last an old man spoke. “We have a hard question. A mother has laughed before the corpse of her daughter, and many think she has done foolishly, but I think the woman did wisely.
The boy was simple and of no training, and we cannot expect him to know how to do as well as one with good home and parents to teach him. Besides, he did the best he knew.
 He danced to make the mother forget her grief, and he tried to honor the corpse by waving over it his hands.” “The mother did right to laugh, for when one does try to do us good, even if what he does causes us discomfort, we should always remember rather the motive than the deed. And besides, the boys’ dancing saved the woman’s life, for she gave up her knife. In this, too, she did well, for it is always better to live for the living than to die for the dead." >>>
You are living, honor those who have gone before you and live now with all that you have, you are their legacy, you are warriors.


And so, there you go... A story for the day... As you move into your day whether in the storm or finding your rainbow, or restoring balance and healing from your struggles, whether they be physical, emotional or spiritual or all...


May you find the strength to go on, the HOPE to fill your heart, and to know this.


You are of great strength, and remember laughter and the ability to hold up your head, to listen to the sound of someone as they laugh and assist you in shifting your focus may in fact give you what you need, to move your state to one that assists you in giving you what you need.
Storms never last, although it may seem that they do...
Rest, restore your spirit and then work to heal and continue on.

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Walk In Beauty,
DRSES
author of
Healing Heartaches, Stories of Loss and Life
http://www.drsherryeshowalter.com/