A Sweetness in the Air

I can feel it calling to me.
That feeling like nothing is wrong.
Beyond that even...
The feeling of complete happiness,
relaxed expansion into the succulent bosom of the present moment.
When will I surrender to it?
Oh, I know surrender is coming.
I’ve been working toward it my entire life.
Something knocks.
Is that it?
Something beckons.
Is it time?
Are we ready yet?

I wrote the above a couple days ago, when the ultra-dry desert air was starting to be pregnant with coming monsoon rain. It finally poured yesterday on this little spot here.

I say it that way, because with monsoon rains, you can sometimes hear the rain falling but not be getting wet! The rain falls in little pockets, with gusts of heavy wind. Sometimes you can see a swirl of a storm around a single house even! Though the houses are all on acreage, so that can be a considerable amount of space.

Today, after the rain, the air smelled sweet. I looked around for the flowers, but could find none. Goodbye scratchy, dry throat and flaking skin. Goodbye smoke filled air from weeks of wildfire. Hello sweet, succulent life.

Nothing's Wrong

It has been increasingly dawning on me these last few days that I have a tendency to look for what is not quite right, then focus on trying to make it right, rather than accepting any moment as "perfect." And yet really, my life is filled with nothing but moments that could be considered perfect, if I was willing to.

This is my practice these days, learning how to let complete happiness become my norm. If not now, when?

(Photo taken this morning from the patio looking South)