Life is Transformative

I love the rain. As I reach out to stroke it to thank it for its gift, it cools my fingers. I assert you've never really felt the rain until you've felt it running down your back (as Paul McCartney may have said).

As I drive down this forty five degree steeply winding mountain road, low gear taking the strain from always required braking, rain transforms this rustic bucolic scenario into a gorgeous subtle watercolor painting. I'm driving in a watercolor and I love this artist.

Thank You glistening road for meandering up to meet me. Thank You wispy mists for coyly hiding and revealing these pastel hills like a new bride. Thank You celestial light for bursting forth shining everywhere all around me and this scene reminiscent of a Japanese monastery garden. Thank You towering pines and oaks for softening these warm raindrops to a drizzle. Thank You water from the sky for baptizing my soul and washing this land.

Thank You glistening road for loving me. I love you too. Thank You wispy mists for loving me. I love you too. Thank You celestial light for loving me. I love you too. Thank You towering pines and oaks for loving me. I love you too. Thank You water from the sky for loving me. I love you too.

Empowered both by life's love of me and by my love of life, I now notice it's two artists not one who created this watercolor. There's its artistcreator, source of this watercolor as the world which shows up physical and measurable. There's its artistspace in which this watercolor as the physical and measurable world shows up.

But say there's a watercolor and there's no one here to drive in it. Is there a watercolor?

I'm here to drive in it. I'm here driving in a watercolor. That's my calling as a writer, a human being listening for transformation.