An Inch of Rain, A Drop of Time

I heard on the local news that September '11 was the last time we've had an more than an inch of rain with one system, in this area.

Here in the swamp, we got 1.73 inches yesterday. A veritable deluge, comparatively.

It has been the same length of time since I blogged Barefoot. Much has happened since then, maybe not on the face of things, but inside of my cosmos (which is me, yours is you).

I take that back, on the face of things, too. I mean, I did, after all, quit my job a couple of weeks ago. Just up'n quit. No safety net, just my own talents. I mean, I have them (so do you), but I don't use them efficiently (neither do you, well you over in the corner, you do, but not all of you), because of trying to keep up the farce of 'employment'.

It was simply taking too much of my precious energy, without true reward. I was giving of myself, but not to myself. I see that now. I could complain about the reasons I gave my coordinator, all valid, true, but undeserving of rumination.

Instead, this little drop of time, this period of drought, has been washed cleaned and revitalized of this dry, odd, winter with a drenching of life-giving rain.

Seemed the right time to blog about the little dormant seed in my universe, which took advantage of a crack in its tough coat and decided to burst forth. I'll nurture it for all I'm worth, for it is all I have to feed myself.

protective seed coat

only holds the germ so long

it wills itself out

Planes Causing Rains

I saw this story, and I was instantly transported to my childhood.
National Geographic News - Planes Change Weather
I thought that the planes in the sky made clouds, and thus made the rain.  What was I supposed to think? With the vaporous jet stream pouring out of the back... it would stay long after the plane was out of sight. In my immature mind I explained that the thin stream was like a seeding. They grew into storms over time.

I may have been on to something... I must've been some kind of untapped child prodigy. hmph.

Remembering Winter Before Summer Solstice

Sometimes I just need to compare... to re-mind myself.

I could complain about the heat and storms.

Or... I could take myself back to this last long and bitter winter.

Extremes

We are on the cusp of the Solstice.

Stop and re-member.

Relish in the extremes.