When July 15th arrives each year, if skies grow dark, if clouds appear, and it rains and rains on this special day, it’s said to last for forty more, and come what may
Ahem! Forty more days? Probably not. Old lore isn’t always wholly accurate. But I’ve thought it worth noting during the course of today’s incessant Lakeland rain roaring in my ears (have a listen to the video) that, if comfortably indoors with a hot drink and a book to hand, a day like today does lend itself to quality rest and meditation.
A planned camping weekend in Perthshire has been rained off for half the intending group. The braver half of us have been sending photos and video reports of lush green pastures and joyful activities. I’m proud of them and I love them to bits – not least for their generosity in keeping us ‘in the circle.’
Whether by way of glad meditation, quality rest, greener gardens, or the endorphin-fuelled gladness in cheery campers – rainy days have something to offer us and – for the umpteenth time this month already – I reflect on its all being down to perspective, love, gladly seized opportunities and thankfulness in the end. We’re changed and uplifted by all of these.