Did I tell you I love the rain? Drizzle, downpours, a deluge, they all make me positively giddy. Remember how I said I loved summer a while back? I was kidding. Summer is for losers. Rain is where it's at this season, in New England at least. I'm assisting with the emceeing duties at the fashionable La Primavera fete tonight, and I plan to tell the Boston style set that rain is the new black.
OK, maybe not. I tried. You gotta give me credit for trying. "All that we are is a result of what we have thought," said the Buddha. So, I gave it a whirl. It's better than crying in a puddle, right?
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to paraphrase Pema Chödrön:
"If we're willing to give up hope ... then we can have the courage to relax with the groundlessness of our situation. This is the first step on the path."
You can learn a great deal about yourself by observing how you walk in the rain. Sometimes the shelter you seek may not be the place you belong. The real goal being the journey, not the destination.
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