I was less than 6, not sure exactly how old, and living with my Mom and Grandparents in Louin Mississippi while Daddy was somewhere for the Navy. I was very grudgingly enduring a rainy day...NOT my favorite thing. Mom and Memaw came into the living room where I sat looking out the window, lamenting the nastiness of the day and my bad fortune to have to endure it, and sat across the room. I paid them no mind, I just just continued with my litany of my most exalted opinion of the intelligence of the rain that was effectively ruining my day.
"Stupid rain! I can't go out. I can't climb my tree or swing on the swing! I don't like this rain! I can't see the sun, it is cold and wet”....my rant went on and on. Finally, out of ideas about how awful things were turning out, I turned to my favorite person in the world and said, "Memaw don't you hate the rain too?!
In her most loving voice (I can still hear it) she said "No, why would I want to do that? The rain helps the grass that you love to pick-nick on to grow rich and green and brings on the flowers you love so much. It waters your favorite tree so that it stays strong and healthy for you to play in. It washes off your swing to help it stay clean enough for you to swing on. AND...she paused, looked at Mom and asked her, "Do you think we should we tell her about them now?" Mom nodded and answered, "Yes, I think we should".
"Come over here to the window", Memaw instructed, my curiosity piqued, I went with her to sit on the couch that was in front of the big living room window. "What do you see over there in that puddle?" Memaw pointed to one close to the porch steps. I had positioned myself on my knees with my arms over the back of the couch to look where she pointed. I saw rain falling into the water and said so. Memaw advised that I look closer. Mom had joined us by now and suggested that I look with my 'magic eyes'. (This was a new way she had taught me to see the Christmas Tree. Let your gaze go relaxed, slightly out of focus and you will see hidden paths between the lights and the ornaments become something else, something magic.) I did as instructed and there, before my astonished eyes, I saw them! For the first time in my life, I saw the rain fairies!
They danced happily in the puddle, turning it from a thing of abject annoyance into a show of grace and beauty....all of what Memaw had said about the rain fell into place in my young understanding and my day became beautiful, sacred and awe filled!
I can still see them dancing in the puddles on rainy days these many years later. I don't have to be unfocused in my gaze, I see them clearly and am hugged my my Mother and Grand Mother every time. Have a great day every one and remember, perspective is everything!
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Chessie Roberts is a Singer/song Writer, Spiritual Teacher, Mind-set Mentor, Meditation Coach, Author, Radio Host, Lecturer and the Founder/Creator of Evolution of Self: Journey into Body, Mind, Spirit Balance. Her experience with severe,crippling arthritis was her catalyst to share her healing, experiential, self improvement program with those who wish to rediscover their balance of Body, Mind, Spirit. You can find Chessie's programs and products at www.ChessieRoberts.com, her Radio Program at www.IntentionRadio.com/thegrid her music at www.ArchersMeadow.com and her latest book at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00FX9XGY0