Just Walking in the Rain

This Sunday my walk around the village and it's by- ways

 could not have been more different from last week.

 

The golden autumn has given way to rain soaked grey,

 but don't you think the sodden colours of the greenery is wonderful?

 

 

 

 Truth to tell the weather reflected my own mood.

 

You might know the feeling

when it's as if the rain drops are tears

 you are trying not to shed.

 

We live in a world where the pressure to be

"HAPPY"

all the time is pretty constant,

yet how many of us actually arrive at this state of bliss?

 

Sometimes we walk in the rain and not the sun,

and I think that's alright,

don't you?

 

Of course I'm not talking about a state of depression

 which is an illness asking to be taken seriously. 

I am thinking of

 those odd times when melancholy calls us

 to a place of reflection,

perhaps of rest and withdrawing for a while

 to re-evaluate.

 

 

 Losses or hurts of all sorts, great or small, accrue in our lives,

 which we need to come to terms with

before we can set our sights

 on a clearer path ahead.

 

It's good when there is

 a friend ready to walk this bit of rainy path with us,

truly listening,

and helping us find

 that bit of light and healing

 we need to speed our way.

 

I have been privileged in my counselling days

 to accompany many on parts of their journey,

even as I have been helped many times myself.

 

Times of sadness

 rightly used

 can be the spring board to seeing

the brighter colours and clearer light

waiting to enter our lives.

 

Be Blessed