"Rainy Day Meandering" (Image & Text Copyright Wylddane Productions, LLC)
Yesterday morning, just before the skies opened and gifted us a full day of rain, I paused at the gate to my gardens. There, blooming in quiet elegance, was the clematis—deep violet petals unfurling like a whisper of joy, untouched by the coming storm. I took a picture, knowing this moment—this stillness—would soon dissolve into the hush and rhythm of rainfall. There’s a strange kind of peace that lives on the edge of a storm.
And then the rain came. Steady. Relentless. Soft and drenching all at once. It rained through the day and into the night, soaking the earth, coaxing the green to deepen and the flowers to bow in reverence.
Today promises more of the same. A gray sky hangs low, as if inviting me not to rush. Not to do. But simply to be.
This day, I may meander. No plans. No destinations. Just the soft tap of rain on my jacket and the pull of something wordless that calls from within. I may walk through puddles. I may stop under the arbor where the vines drip like chandeliers of silver. I may linger beside the clematis again and marvel at how it endures—radiant even in the wet.
Dr. Wayne Dyer wrote, “Inspiration doesn’t come from completing tasks or meeting goals; in fact, that’s the sure way to have it elude us. Returning to Spirit . . . is an experience of living fully in the present moment.” And in this rain-soaked day, there is no to-do list, no destination. Only the dance of droplets and the soft murmur of the earth breathing.
I walk. I pause. I listen.
There is a grace to meandering. A surrender. We’re taught to strive, to accomplish, to arrive. But as Dyer reminds us, “Our purpose is not to arrive at a destination where we find intention, just as the purpose of dancing isn't to end up at a particular spot on the floor. The purpose of dancing...and of life...is to enjoy every moment and every step, regardless of where we are when the music ends."
So I dance a little today—with the rain, with the breeze, with my own thoughts. I wander. I let the day unfold like the clematis itself—slow, deliberate, and full of quiet beauty.
And in that sacred meandering, I find something far more precious than progress.
I find presence.
“Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s about learning to dance in the rain.” ~Anonymous
~Wylddane
And then the rain came. Steady. Relentless. Soft and drenching all at once. It rained through the day and into the night, soaking the earth, coaxing the green to deepen and the flowers to bow in reverence.
Today promises more of the same. A gray sky hangs low, as if inviting me not to rush. Not to do. But simply to be.
This day, I may meander. No plans. No destinations. Just the soft tap of rain on my jacket and the pull of something wordless that calls from within. I may walk through puddles. I may stop under the arbor where the vines drip like chandeliers of silver. I may linger beside the clematis again and marvel at how it endures—radiant even in the wet.
Dr. Wayne Dyer wrote, “Inspiration doesn’t come from completing tasks or meeting goals; in fact, that’s the sure way to have it elude us. Returning to Spirit . . . is an experience of living fully in the present moment.” And in this rain-soaked day, there is no to-do list, no destination. Only the dance of droplets and the soft murmur of the earth breathing.
I walk. I pause. I listen.
There is a grace to meandering. A surrender. We’re taught to strive, to accomplish, to arrive. But as Dyer reminds us, “Our purpose is not to arrive at a destination where we find intention, just as the purpose of dancing isn't to end up at a particular spot on the floor. The purpose of dancing...and of life...is to enjoy every moment and every step, regardless of where we are when the music ends."
So I dance a little today—with the rain, with the breeze, with my own thoughts. I wander. I let the day unfold like the clematis itself—slow, deliberate, and full of quiet beauty.
And in that sacred meandering, I find something far more precious than progress.
I find presence.
“Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s about learning to dance in the rain.” ~Anonymous
~Wylddane
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