Beyond the rain...

Awoke this morning to the sound of the returning rain. Do you know what the returning rain sounds like? That's right. Rain which has returned. Nothing new under the sun. We had a reprieve for a few days, a tease of sunlight accompanied by no rain. But now again the rain. The rain does returneth in all her non glorious fashion. Nothing new under the sun.

When I started this blog it was with several intentions in mind. One being to get my butt to writing again, writing something on a regular basis. Another being to keep a dairy of sorts of my thoughts for the day, for the moment, my life as it happens. Heck, some would even call it a blog. Blog is an odd word is it not? A third being the hopes it would generate inspiration for me to write poetry from time to time. Poetry is really my love.

Poetry requires inspiration to write. For me it does. I cannot sit down and write a poem. Oh I can. But when I do it is crap. It is more rewarding when something yearning inside must get out and it finds itself translated into words. It is more rewarding when an emotion is felt and that feeling is released onto paper. It is more rewarding when the poetic thought(s) seemingly write themselves with little effort. Rewarding, fulfilling, invigorating. It is both a creation and a release.

Those are moments to be seized upon just as life itself is. I am becoming more and more aware of something I have already known for a long time. That is that life consists of moments and each should be savored. No new revelation there. But an increased awareness of it is new for me. I am getting older, not younger. Time is ticking on. Why not have a greater appreciation for each moment as they occur? Such an easy thing to say. Not so easy to do. Certainly a worthwhile ideal, a worthwhile endeavor. Progress, not perfection.

Along with tuning into moments, life consists of something else. Love. Is not love the highest attribute one can have within themselves? Is not love for another the most wonderful expression one can have for another whether it be in words or actions. It is said actions speak louder than words. As much as I love words, I tend to agree actions render the higher decibel levels. Yep, they do. How we treat another human being is much more validating of our love for them than mere words can be. Even a random act of kindness towards a stranger can be considered an act of love, some would say. Love.

Love is a subject, a reality I have become somewhat jaded towards. Call me somewhat cynical. However I still believe in the old ideals I use to adhere to or do I? Sometimes I feel lost with respect to all of that. I have a friend who is partly responsible for my increased awareness of the "moment" or "moments". She believes we love for the moment. That that is really all we can do. I think that concept is fantastic but something deep inside of me still holds out to the concept that love can last longer. That love can last for several moments and beyond. That love can last forever. Is that living beyond the moment too much? Some would call it commitment. A commitment to future moments together. There's that word that no one likes anymore. I don't care for the sound of it myself, that C word. Yet it remains a word, an idea to be reckoned with. It remains something worthy of reflection. In todays throw away society it is no longer fashionable it seems.

Yet the rain remains. In todays moments of writing whatever thoughts are occuring to me, it has remained consistently rainful. Just checked spellcheck and "rainful" seems to be a word I can use. I would have used it anyway as I like to make words up(except when playing Literati) but it is nice to know that "rainful" is acceptable. So rainful does remain and so does the rain. It's ok. I don't like it. It has filled many many moments for weeks now with its wetness. But everything happens for a purpose they say. Whether or not I see the purpose matters not. What matters is acceptance. I think today I will accept the rain. I think I will enjoy todays moments. This one feels nice. And I just know there is something beyond the rain. It remains out there too.