Rain on the Lake

I went back to Yosemite this week. I have been struggling so much lately with feeling abandoned. My perceptions of what has been, what currently is, and what may be to come are all colored with this deeply rooted idea that I am somehow forgotten.

My hearing has become dull, my vision dim, my tongue is nearly mute.

While sitting on the lake, in the rain, I notice there were rings of hope for me. Drops from above spilling beauty at my feet.

I am overwhelmed by beauty. I don't know why, but somehow this tells me I'm not forgotten.

Simple. Natural. Beautiful.
Like Rain on the Lake.