Monday, April 12, 2010

wet meander

You know I love you baby
more than the whole wide world
you are my woman
I know you are my pearl
let's go out past the party lights
where we can finally be alone
come with me and we can take the long way home
come with me, together we can take the long way home
come with me, together we can take the long way home.
Tom Waits/Kathleen Brennan

Rain.  More rain.  Lots of rain.  I have been loving every drop of it.  Every drainage ditch is filled to the brim, and then some.  The clouds hang heavy, their underbellies dragging across the landscape.  It is so beautiful.  Brings out the artist, right?  One of my favorite photographers said something like, "...the only way to get a good photo is to go out there and get wet (or hot, or blown away, or all of it!)"  I am still coughing like crazy, but I took the long road home, for some quality-time with LC and the camera.  Coughing be damned.

There's a place out there, where the vineyards are manicured, and the places for the water to travel are controlled, directed.  The "drop" is gradual, with these amazing steps of concrete.  When all the water is calmed down, it flows gently, quietly.  Today it is rushing, clamoring, noisy.  Wrecked my hair-style, got my camera soaked.  Oh God, I love it!

Last night Wayne and I went to see/listen to John Prine.  I have vacuumed many a rug to Mr. Prine.  Wayne sings his songs, even I heard him singing last night.  It was fun to hear the audience sing with John, those songs are in us like our breath, on us like our freckles.  Someone noted last night, that the audiences are getting pretty old.  And, my youngest and his fiancee were there, so the whole audience wasn't old   ;-)

Falling.  Flowing.  Wet.  Spring.

Forgiveness, it seems, cannot be forced.  When we are brave enough to open our hearts to ourselves, however, forgiveness will emerge.    Pema Chodron, from "The Places That Scare You."

And that, is what the seasons teach.


Joel said...

After reading your message & viewing your photos I am indeed refreshed! Bring on the rain!

N2 said...

So good to see you here and to have these beautiful photographic and mental ramblings -- the water flow, the wet colors, the framed misty vineyard...All of it!!

Hope you are very warm and dry now, though! And well nourished and taking some cherry bark cough syrup.

Love to you! N2

AkasaWolfSong said...

There is absolutely nothing better than the smell of Mother Earth during a rain...well, just before and just after too. Rain is healing to me.

Your beautiful photos touched my senses and your messages leave me serene...

Do you have allergies Swallowtail?
I am experiencing them more that usual this year...a lot of coughing this past week along with other stuff to nasty to mention, lol.

Sending healing, loving energies your way...drink some good sage tea with honey...

I'll be praying for you!

Kathleen Scott said...

Lovely atmospheric images. And I loved these words, "...those songs are in us like our breath, on us like our freckles." Some things are like that, aren't they, so natural.

After years of desert-like drought, we love rain too.

Thanks for stopping by Hill Country Mysteries. You're right about the bluebonnets, they're "Lupine texensis", cousins to the lupines in your region.

Bethany said...

Love Pema.
Love this post. The photos are amazing. I don't think I've ever seen olives growing. What would they taste like right then, directly off the tree?
I love how you loved and cherish the rain. I get so tired of the patron's at work complaining about it being a miserable day every time it rains. I say, it's just raining.
Glad some people still go out and play in it, get wet and delight in the wonder.
Thanks for sharing.

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