The shattering of the morning silence by the sound of pouring rain

And then just like that, came the rain yesterday morning. Shattering the silence of the morning as the rain pounded the ground. Jolting me out of my state of utopia to a state of shock. Where did the clouds come from in that swift moment? How could my morning peace have been disrupted so abruptly by the sound of the pouring rain? Assaulting sound of rain. Like the urgent beat of a drum. Bang. Boom. Bang.

Because life is like that came the answer. Full of sudden and unexpected changes to keep us grounded. To remind us that even when we think we are finished, life is not. It is constantly changing. Growing us. Surprising us. Taking us down paths least expected.

Shattering our comfort levels and instead taking us on new paths. To allow us to explore beyond what we know. To see what we had previously shut our eyes to. To become a part of something new.

Life is a journey. Not a destination. A process. Not an answer.

And then there was silence again. The song of the tree frogs louder than ever. Happier than pigs in mud for the downpour that had come drenching them with love. Life is constantly changing. Constantly shifting. It is only us that try to stand still. Only us that want to remain static.

Just like that downpour came and shattered my silence. So do does life. So too does change. Look outside and you will see that no two moments are the same in nature. The light is one way one moment then shifts in the next moment. The trees still; then moving in the next. There may be nothing in our view and then a butterfly flutters by. A cloudless and magical sky suddenly changes to a dark and menacing one.

There is nothing static about life so why do we always want to resist change? Why we are so afraid of the only constant in life – change. Night running into day. Day into night. Sleep to wake up to a new morning. Endings and beginnings. Beginnings and endings signalling change every single day of our lives.

Grateful now for the pouring rain shattering my moment of utopia reminding me to be grateful for the moment and not try to hold onto it at the expense of moving on. To glory in its moment and be prepared to move ahead as life truly does. Never static. Always dynamic. As am I. As are you. As are we all. Namaste.