I’ve always loved rainy days. I love watching storm clouds gather and hearing thunder as it rolls across the neighborhood. I love the way storms make me aware of how small I am in comparison to nature and how powerless we humans are in the face of God’s creation. I love cocooning while storms rage outside the walls of my home.
I also love this chair but I seldom spend much time in it. I’m always “too busy.” Yesterday, as the wind blew and the rain poured around the house, this is where I was, surrounded by pillows, listening to the music of the storm, burrowed underneath the blanket. I luxuriated in being still as I ignored the work to be done all around me.
I lost myself completely in the moments of the storm.
I was regenerating.