At this moment, there must be more raindrops falling on the surface of the island than there are humans on earth, perhaps more than all the humans who ever lived. I’ve thought of raindrops as tiny and insignificant things, but against the scale of earth itself, they’re scarcely smaller than I am. On what basis, then, can I consider myself more important? Koyukon elders say that each kind of weather, including rain, has its own spirit and consciousness. If this is true, there must be a spirit within every raindrop, as in all else that inhabits the earth. In this sense, we are two equal forms of being who stand in mutual regard. I bend down to look at a crystal droplet hanging from a hemlock needle and know my own image is trapped inside. It’s humbling to think of myself this way. In the broader perspective of earth, I am nothing more than a face in a raindrop.
~ Richard Nelson, The Island Within
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This is so lyrical, DK, and especially poignant as I read it while listening to the soft whisper of the rain falling here this morning. I find it so soothing, as if Nature were enclosing me in her embrace….
So mellow…I think I will be a thunderstorm cracking and rumbling through life…at least for today….
Claudia, love your description too…thunderstorm cracking and rumbling through life…
They are so lyrical Lori. And love your description of “listening to the soft whisper of rain falling”. Wonderful.
very humbling.
ACK…another rain post…you’re killing me! I’m kidding, it’s a beautiful post…except for the rain part. 🙂
Smiling. I rained most of the day yesterday and a good part of the early morning. Beautiful now. (Sorry!)