Thursday, September 8, 2011
The rain we didn't get this summer has arrived all at once. It has been raining, mostly non-stop, for three days in Washington DC. That NEVER happens. A day or so of good soaking rain is not that unusual, nor are big ole thunderstorms that dump a lot of rain quickly, then move on.
The remnants of Lee, slowly moving north, dropping salty, DNA filled rain on us for 36 hours, has turned out to be a much larger event than Irene. The weather is completely unpredictable! Even sophisticated computers and very smart meteorologists can never quite wrap their minds around what's going to happen next. Weather is unimaginably complicated. I love it that at least they TRY to predict.
According to my cosmology, weather is the emotional soul of Mama Earth. It is indeed like human emotion in so many ways: moody, unpredictable, potent, creative and destructive, sometimes at the same time. I used to try to figure out What It Means when it rains non-stop for three days after a long dry spell, or why the rain won't go to Texas right now, it just refuses. After years of hopelessly trying to make sense of the weather, I realized that the emotional goings-on of the planet beneath my feet are actually none of my business. I need to be in relationship with these features of life on the planet, i.e. I must carry my umbrella, but trying to attach meaning to the patterns of weather tends to steer we humans way off track, not in a good way, i.e. This is God's way of punishing the (fill in group you hate). I don't believe it for one second, that God uses weather as punishment or reward. No way.
Brother Sun has been very active lately. The other day I saw a vid of a magnetic solar storm encompassing the Earth (as well as Venus and Mercury), for instance. Maybe the quakes and huge storms and big fires are ways in which the Earth talks to her brother, the Sun. Who knows?
Don't ask me - it's out of my hands. I look forward to hearing that a nice soaking rain is falling on Texas, also look forward to blue skies above Washington DC. Be gentle with us, Mother Earth! We're kinda fragile. Shalom.