It Can’t Rain All The Time

“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.” Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds 

I read this quote and it literally caught my breath. One simple phrase, such depth of image.

There is so much negativity everywhere lately. The reasons vary. Both real and imagine wrongs are being verbally fought over, an emotional war of words and hate.

We need more love, peace, and understanding in our world.

It can’t rain all the time – and though the clouds that loom are darkening, there is always a crack that allows the sun to shine. When it does, a rainbow of life filters through. A simple image that carries a lifetime of gratitude and contentment with it.

I wish we as a whole (the earth) could practice gratitude in each day, contentment in the moments that are there, peace, and love. How much better would we all be.

I watched “Tomorrowland” with my family the other day. The object that amplifies all that negativity in that movie world reminded me of how much negativity we, as humans, put forth into the unknown. Our hatreds, angers, fears, loathing – all of the negative spilling out in waves of self-fulfilling prophecies.

My husband and I watched “Doctor Strange” on Sunday past. It, too, touched on this concept of the power of the mind. Yes, it was a very fictionalized version of it, but nonetheless it was there.

These two movies has had me thinking about the energies of everything about us and our connection to it. Science has proven that there is an energy that connects every thing that is around us. To quote Carl Sagan, “The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff.”

I think it’s time I get back to my studies. I have been away from them for far too long…

Jane Siberry – It Can’t Rain All The Time (from the motion picture “The Crow”)

Colour My World

“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky.” – Rabindranath Tagore (Source:

Last night I took out my colour pencils and my mandala book and coloured. It felt wonderful. I love colour, I love to draw, to paint. I’m not great at any of those, but I love to do it. I think from now on I will make that a part of my daily routine – to paint, draw or colour before bed and during some point in a day as a form of meditation practice.

Spring has finally arrived in my neck of the world and it fills me with hope. I can’t wait to see the fireflies dancing in the summer nights, the chorus of frogs, birds, and insects filling the earth with their colourful songs and chirps. Breathing in the peace, breathing out the dark.

Delerium – Euphoria (Firefly):