Dancing in the puddles

Not sweating the small stuff...or as I refer to it......trying to stay dry during the Monsoons.

In Arizona,  we are known for having a "dry heat" during the summer.  Nevermind that the dry heat comes with a heat index exceeding even the coldest day on Saturn, but its dry. 

Really. YOU never stay dry because the body's internal temperature Is fighting not to spontaneously implode,  but it's Dry heat. No humidity. 

Then, the monsoon season hits. Ahhh. Yes. Monsoons.  Lightening,  thunderstorms,  temperatures dropping 20 degrees in the matter of 15 minutes.  Cool breezes.  Monsoons don't normally last long. Sometimes,  they pull an all-nighter, but mostly,  they appear, make a statement and carry on to a new destination.

The amazing smell of the blossoming dessert around.   And for that short burst, no humidity.

In that short burst, everything is refreshed and renewed. 

In that short burst, even the darkest of clouds dissipate rapidly.

Life lately seems like a series of Monsoons.  It gets loud and roars its ugly head, making certain we know the weakness within. And then, just as quickly as it storms,  calmness restores.

And through the storms we find support and shelter.

We find friends who provide shelter for broken hearts , provide laughter and unconditional kindness.   Broken spirits find renewed strength through the eyes of one caring soul. 

What matters is not HOW we weather the storm....it's that WE WEATHER THE STORM.....PERIOD.

That we look to the end of the storm is see the renewed spirits the renewed strength that grow around us and in us.

That we cultivate the blossoming relationships around us.

And most importantly that we don't hide from the storm but the we embrace it as a positive growth.

To take time to stop, smell the rain and dance in the puddles.