It is true that I adore water, it replenishes my body and my soul. I even love the dance of rain upon puddles and ponds and the magic of watching rain in the distance, rain that hasn’t quite arrived to where I am.
But the chill of the rain unnerves me. It zaps my energy and truly rents my spirit.
Sunshine and warmth “juice” my soul. I am almost inexplicably happy when there is warm sunlight on my skin, and the sky is brilliant blue. It is as if I am directly connected to the energy of fire and it is feeding each cell of my being.
A few years back when I realized there were many bonds holding me to Seattle, I made agreements with myself that I would “repay” myself for the toll the rain takes from me, by driving a convertible (with the top down whenever it is not raining) and to take a winter break each year, someplace in the sun (and probably by the sea).
I have my lovely yellow convertible, but I have failed in the winter break department–with no plans this year to take sustenance in the sun. I can feel my soul’s dismay.
Will I be brave enough and true enough to keep my promise to myself?