Ever notice how after a storm, the sky is clear and everything looks so defined and the light reflects brilliantly on the surface of the sky and the mountains? There seems to be a peacefulness to it that sadly never seems to last because the pollution rises up and quickly obscures our view. Luckily the storm will eventually return to cleanse the sky again, and bring with it the fleeting clarity of vision and austere serenity.
What if that was a symbolic message to us from the universe? What if that was a message to us from our higher selves?
The emotional storms inside of us often stir things up and cloud our vision, but on occasion we cry and for a moment the confusion and overwhelm passes and we feel lighter. We sense that once again, albeit often too briefly, that everything will be ok. We feel the peacefulness and the relief in that moment. Those moments buoy us up and we continue on, through the cycle again, often clueless to the pattern.
Our teardrops nourish our souls similar to how raindrops nourish the Earth, but the tears of the Earth are purified in a way that our tears are not. The patterns are all around us. The instruction manual has been right before our eyes the entire time. What do you see?
