Like most of you, I've been pinning away for spring. I've posted about it several times, wondering where it was and when would it arrive. Yesterday, it was the warmest day we've had this year. It was a balmy and humid 91 degrees. It takes the body, mind and spirit time to adjust to such drastic changes. The day before that I was wearing a sweater and wrapped in a blanket.
This morning when I went outside there was evidence it had rained overnight and it felt chillier but okay, considering the harsh winter that we'd just mustered through. Then on my way home from dropping my son off at school it started pouring. Traffic crawled. My morning that had started so promising, on the wings of yesterday, had suddenly taken a turn for the worse.
We talk about the weather so much because it is our common experience as humans. It is what makes up much of our outdoor environment and yes, it does color our mood.
In film and sometimes in books as well, when it rains or pours, I call it tears from the heavens. Typically, the story is taking a turn for the worse, something either poignant or sad is happening to one of the main characters.
As a child, most of the time, at least when it wasn't a thunder storm, rain held promise for fun. I loved making mud cakes in the yard after a good rain. The fish in the lake became more active and easier to see. I also loved playing in mud puddles.
Transitions have been a theme on this blog. I am going to use that energy that is quickly turning south, under grey skies and gloomy conditions, to focus in on having some fun. Shifting your perspective, welcoming, embracing and even celebrating changes, weather or otherwise, can't help but to be uplifting.