continuous rain

Bird voices pierce the sound of continuous falling rain and the echoes of yesterday haunt my errant way. There is intimacy in the rain. Rain clothes the landacape with a blanket of freshness, freeing the earth to breath anew leaving the dust of time to dilute and run off into the void. We often sit in silence and listen to the earth dancing in the music of the rain. We often sit in silence wondering if the dreams encountered in the rain are real or illusionary. We often sit in silence. What does the silence bring? What hopes are alive in the silence? What direction does the silence take? Who do we go through the silence with on our journey through time?
The rain is filled with purpose. Working together the raindrops unite and reveal the wonder of life. One raindrop has so little impact, but many raindrops working together change the world around them. What impact on change do we have on our journey through time, like the one raindrop or the rain?

aromas and questions for the day

How do we deal with the odours of the world? In our world we tend to hide ourselves a lot. We hide behind the latest fashions. We hide behind the latest perfumes, toothpaste flavours and deodarant of the week. We hide our thoughts behind the latest music fads. We hide behind the latest information that peeks out of the forest. What if everyone walked around naked in a lot of areas? How would we then percieve each other and is that important or not? Is image more important than substance? And what is the substance of our lives? Do we bring about with us an aroma of life or do we bring the odour of death? What do we give to others?
Does the Word of God have anything to do with this aroma of life? What are the inputs in our lives that make us real? What are the inputs in our lives that shrink us into hiding?