The Morning After

Yesterday it rained, like it has for most of May.  We had the kind of rain that just down poured; it splashed against the windows and onto the porch.  No thunder or lightning, though, which for me, was disappointing.  Thunder and lightning are fascinating to me.

It was definitely a soggy night.

This morning is sparkling, though.  The ground is soaked.  I put on my slogs to go take a few pictures, and as I walked in my back yard, the ground sucked at my shoes, as if to say, "you can't go forward".  I stooped down to photograph the tall grasses in my back yard, and water splashed up against my legs.  The droplets felt cool on my skin, and as I savored the wet earth scent.

The sunshine is really warm this morning, and so I decided that I wanted to remember what it's like to see the sunshine through the leaves of the tree in my backyard.

I feel like this is symbolic of what we, as a world, are going through with COVID-19.  The rain spraying everywhere represented the ability that (any) virus has of being everywhere with no actual direction.  The sogginess represents the illness.  The wet ground sucking at my shoes represents all of the negativity that social media and the MSM have been throwing out there, keeping us stuck in a place of misery and discontent.  The tall grasses represent new growth, new thoughts, new discoveries.  The cool droplets represent healing, and the wet earth scent represents hope.

These photographs represent how I see the world now, as we come out of this shutdown, and start reopening our world.

Bee in love with the heartwork of your life.