the rain falls steadily outside this morning.
it's quiet, in between baby tears and toddler demands.
I do not let them overcome me. this morning, anyway.
Instead I tune my ears to the rain, and the rest is background noise.
I think about the rain, how it makes things green. makes us slow down. watch our steps.
my dear friend drove through Oklahoma the other night. the conversation was so good- and I am reminded of how much we need those conversations.
years pass between us, but the roots are deep and wide. wide enough to contain a continent.
Fitting for it to rain this morning, watering those roots, giving them more drink to sustain the long years it may be until we meet again.
Living in Oklahoma, I feel this way about so many people whose presences are few and far between.
I pray for the rain.
to water them so we survive the distance.