Monday, June 29, 2009

Article posts

... In the articles section there are a few additions you may find inspiring: In my email there was delivered a few great pieces that I thought I would share with you.

212 Degrees water Boils:
- a short "inspirational" clip on the faith to believe in the possibilities with just a little effort. It talks about how water is hot at 211 degrees, but at 212 it boils - the difference is just that one degree! Just one degree!! Makes me want to write mad libs in the fogged up mirror of life!

Don't be Afraid to Embrace Change:
- Read it. Period. You'll thank me later for showing you the piece that may change your life!

Advice from a Loser: "Ah-Ha" Moment:
- Julie Hadden was on the show "The Biggest Loser". Since then, in a majority of her interviews, the question arises again and again - What was your "Ah-Ha" Moment? She talks about the facts of her life before loosing the weight, and not allowing her fear to control her any longer. I love her opening quote she used, "Until the pain of where you are becomes greater than the pain of will not change." This article is more than a piece of inspiration - its a motivator!

Inspiring Commencement Speakers:
From Tom Brokhaw's words of, "You’ll not get a Google alert when you fall in love. You may be guided by the unending effort of poets and artists, biologists and psychiatrists to describe that irreplaceable and still mysterious emotion so essential to the human condition but all the search engines in the universe cannot replace the first kiss. " to Dr. Buzz Aldrin who spoke, "Perhaps this “best and worst of times” foreshadows some fork in the road. But my belief is that humanity as a whole has the inherent wisdom to choose life. Again and again, we abide calamity, gather the pieces, and set out once more on our unyielding journey—an imperfect people of irrepressible spirit, of mathematics and music, of love and wonder, who dare to dream of reaching the stars." ... each of the speeches in this article will no doubt leave you with something to think about in hopes of through the power of words, inspiration may be left.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Embracing Risk Can Lead to Bliss

Life takes you by surprise when you least expect it. You think you may have it figured out, and then like a hurricane force it switches course and throws you into a whirlwind of before thought and aftermath. You read Plan B not for the witty, brilliant author who grips you in thought, but for the enormity that you hope can, with just one word, steer you into a direction you have been searching for.

But what if that direction is the course you are already on? Yet you doubt, you don't trust, you question. I cannot tell you what you don't already know; I cannot be a profit or a life line. What I can tell you is that through risk and chance, faith and trust, what is currently surrounding you can deliver what you need on your expedition - if you allow it to take hold.

When I named this website Plan B I was at a point in my life where I was prepared to admit that Plan A had already come and gone; but as I converse to you through my weekly discussions I grow as a person. My soul calms; my thoughts turn into what you examine each week in hopes that I can inspire change in your direction … inspire you to have the “ah-ha” moment that Plan B will only be if you allow it. If you doubt, and turn your direction, switch quadrants, you will never experience what Plan A had in store for you. Instead you will continue Plan B in search of fulfillment, but be met with an empty hand and a heavy heart. Each day is a choice to live Plan A. When you succumb to the negative thoughts, the fear, you risk forever living Plan B.

And what exactly is that risk? The risk that you may regret. The risk that you may find yourself wondering … in your calling, your relationships, your opportunities, your life … what if that chance was taken, with faith and optimism …

So my adventurous readers; take an inventory of what currently molds your life. How this inventory adds to your life, or takes from it. How it makes you want to strive for more, or holds you back. How it gives more than it takes. As you search for the answers remember this: your shelves are stocked with an array of relationships, choices, emotions, and thoughts. Believe in the ones that allow you to believe in yourself; trust in the ones that give you courage; embrace the ones that you don’t want to regret.

… Embrace so that you risk. You venture. You try. The worst case scenario is that your destiny leads you into a different direction where you are able to continue to discover new heights, and new sights. When viewed from that angle, my hope is that you can see the beauty in living with conviction that through effort, chance, and determination to embrace, life works. Plan A is lived. And from that manuscript, you may be amazed at what new found bliss lies in store for you. A bliss that encompasses truth, conviction, and the effort to dare to try. Plan B is simply a motivator to give you the courage to believe in Plan A ... if you are ready to see how it plays out in the next scene. Life does not have an intermission … it continues with or without your effort.

Do you dare to wonder what if? Or ready to believe it could be worth the risk?

Monday, June 22, 2009

To see the Sunrise, we must get through the Dark.

If you know me, then you know I am not a crack of dawn type of person – never have been, doubt I ever will be. I am on the other end of the spectrum – the “afternoon / evening / night owl” - it’s when I am most productive, most creative, and most in control of the day.

And as if the morning could not be more of a challenge, when I am feeling stressed, I become an even bigger protester of the “start to the day”.

This morning should come then as no surprise - a typical Chrissy morning. I woke up, late again, after I slept through the alarm, grabbed a quick shower, my work bag, a bottle of water and ran out the door. On most mornings, I don’t forget Thomas … but we are human … and believe me, the lecture I get from him in the car is enough ….

Let me explain that this morning came after a gorgeous afternoon out on Rend Lake with my father, and family. This is the first father’s day we have spent together; to say that it was monumental would not be giving it justice. With water is where I feel at peace, and as such I am able to let go; however, I did not see that in me yesterday. Sure I was having a remarkable time – sharing in the day, capturing the memories, learning that I can prove my brother wrong and knee board! But I found myself holding back, holding in. I was wrapped up with my anxiety and not enjoying the gift of the day. My outlook was clouded with the pressures of life, the undone, the yet to be … I drove home last night, as my co-pilot Thomas was quick to fall asleep, in the vast presence of literally the road, and the radio. As I watched the sunset, the magnitude of the day, mixed with the guilt of not truly enjoying it, overcame me and I wept somewhere between Carlyle and Mascoutah.

I feel stressed. I feel overwhelmed. I feel somewhere between the right and left, I should have zigged when I zagged. My color coordinated to-do list of a spreadsheet, mixed with my defense mechanism of humor, can only get me so far. I want to be living in the moment, instead of just being. I will be the first to admit that at times I feel hypocritical – It’s effortless for me to explain to you how to savor the moment, and not seem to be able to take my own damn advice. But believe me, I am the hardest on myself. And after a good 15 minute cry, I do thank God for all of the blessings that he has given me – like the fact that I was able to spend the first father’s day with my real dad … with the gift of love around me … my son to inspire me … and the sound of laughter, coming from a family, that already lost so much time and now doesn’t want to waste a second of it. But I still grow angry that for 15 minutes I don’t appreciate …

Life is happening. It will continue to happen. None of us want to hear that reasoning, but it has been tested, proven, and never fails. It’s a science; it’s a law of nature. Stepping back from our situations and truly viewing them for what they are – life – can remove the clutter and give us the clarity we need to start making much needed changes in our lives.
Careers, ambitions, goals, finances, heartache, pain, guilt, frustration, anxiety, fear, CHANGE … these are just a few of life’s demands – and most of us are dealing with a life’s concoction of numerous demands, with no chaser, on a continually open tab.

I think the decisions we face, must be met with our instincts, our respect, and our appreciation - God will handle the rest. No matter how much we want to kick and scream, this is the life God has chosen for us. There is a lesson to be learned, if we are truly listening. Is life actually difficult, or do we have a hand in making it difficult? He gives us free will, but it’s up to us to see the lesson and follow the path. Sure it’s hard to walk, and at times we will hesitate, even falter… but we are prepared with more resources than we are willing to even notice – the relationships of our lives, the inner spirit, a benevolent God at our side. With him, all is possible. Let us not forget that.

In life we will have to take the good with the bad / roll with the punches / and at times we want to throw a temper tantrum and scream "ENOUGH"… but as a true optimist, the glass is half full, when life gives you lemons, make lemonade kind of a gal … I believe your biggest battle is overcoming yourself, your doubt, your fear, your worry … and once you have conquered the war on that inner battlefield ... the dust will settle, the darkness will turn to light, and you will smile … because now the splendor of life is as apparent as the beaming sunrise … and on that morning, you will be sure to rise early enough to watch its rising.

A treat for your ears!

A friend of mine sent me a text with this song's title and demanded I downloaded it immediately this afternoon ....

Up to Him - Tracy Lawrence

The song speaks to the end of your day, leaving the worries in life in God's hands ... and always keeping hope.

When I think of the irony of how it ties into this week's pieces on adversity and struggle, the sense of timing never ceases to amaze me.

Thoughts I think, by Karen Tosie

Karen Tosie is the mother of a friend of mine. For some of you that may not know, she is the woman who found my father, two days after my birthday last July. I turned to her that Wednesday night, scared, excited, confused, and overjoyed. I will never forget her words to me, "God wants this for you, he is saying now is the time". From that night blossomed a mentor / friendship / mothering that has forever changed my life. Karen gives me clarity in times when I seem to need it the most; always meets me with warmth, comfort, guidance, and the words I desperately seem to be in search for.

Last week, as we typically do, Karen and I were conversing by email. Both of us were having trouble sleeping and Karen responded to me with this:

".... here's the thoughts for tonight: why would you wish to not be so "up in the clouds"? Why can't we just accept that where we are is where we are? Why can't we just be thankful for "being"? Not doing, just "being"?... When we do all these things, it seems we are second guessing God and nature, the two most powerful sources of the universe.
... I heard a sermon on the radio this morning that reminded me, it's not about me. Nothing is mine, it's all His. And you and I already both know that strength comes from adversity--if you're never tested, how can you know the extent of your faith? It's like a muscle--unused, it has no strength. But if you work it out, stretching it and using it, it has definition and power."

It was from this email that I asked Karen (or begged her, tomato, tomata), to write a piece on Adversity for Plan B. Her insight and wisdom, inspires me daily -- guides me back time and again ... I hope you gain from from her piece the same wisdom I did, and continue to do:

Thoughts I think, by Karen Tosie

In hard times she had learned three things—
she was stronger than she ever imagined,
Jesus was closer than she ever realized,
and she was loved more than she ever knew.

Adversity and Faith

We wouldn't be who we are, if we hadn't gone through what we went through.

What does this statement mean to you? What images does it bring to mind?

From the earliest days of childhood, we are exposed to situations on a daily basis, which can either make us, or break us. Some of us have parents who love us unconditionally; some parents who love conditionally, others have parents who don't seem to love at all. How we integrate this determines who we become. But the other side of the coin is this: what was their true intent, what was their true feeling? It's the sad truth, that our perception of what is, is not always the reality from the other side. But it is our truth, and it shapes us, and it defines us.
A story comes to my mind of two little boys in a room full of poop. The first little boy waded through the poop, and knew it for what it was—a room full of poop. The second little boy, in the same room, waded through the poop, all excited, and shouting out loud, “It has to be here somewhere. Where's the pony? There has to be a pony, with this much poop!”
That, my friends, is an example of attitude. The second little boy had faith and hope, looking for a bright side, where the first little boy did not.

Life is about choices. Maybe we don't always have a choice about what happens to us, but we do have a choice about how we react.

These are some of the things I've learned:
Give thanks in all things.
From great pain, comes great gain.
Be careful what you wish for.
Thank God for unanswered prayers.
My strength comes from the Lord—I can do all things in Christ. I shall rise up on eagles wings.
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
A fool and his money are some party.
It is more blessed to give than to receive.

And the standard cliché, you may as well learn to dance in the rain.

So, next time you're facing adversity, try to remember this: it's only for a little while. If it doesn't break me, it will make me stronger. And God is with me, always, all ways. Choose to see His face, focus on His will and keep on smiling. And lean on His angels, the people we call friends!

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Timeless Art is Created

Like a Shakespeare classic, life plays out in performances of both exquisiteness and of misfortune. A Midsummer’s Nights Dream was born over the course of years, and continues to touch the lives of many as it is one of the most performed plays in the last century.
Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel is considered one of his crowning achievements; not created over night, but over a period of four years in which he refused any payment for its creation.
Vincent Van Gogh was one of the greatest artists of his time, yet never saw himself as such; in fact, Starry Night was painted from the view of his window sill where he was voluntarily committed into a mental hospital.

Some of the great art, timeless and classic, can teach us a lesson if we are prepared to study its history, and apply its grandeur to the present. Our lives, symbolic of art, can represent the hard work, strength of mind, and perseverance that in essence transforms into a striking magnum opus. Stepping back from the illusion that life is without struggles and sacrifices, late nights and headaches, and giving in to the effort it will take to build our legacy is how we can allow the exquisiteness to step into the galleries of our time.

We each envision this perfect life – like a piece of art that is only appreciated by the splendor it depicts on the world around it. You step onto a museum floor and you gaze upon the greats; your mind captivated by the pieces on display. But you are failing to take in the true history of their creation; we seldom stop to appreciate the heartache, the tears, the trials and tribulations, the countless “rough drafts” it must take to finally originate a finished product that you can be proud of. Sure life could be such ecstasy if the “art” was just there – but it’s the work that we put into it that creates a masterpiece. It’s the moments that enrich our lives that give creativity. It’s the collection of simplistic that invent….

Like the power of the first kiss. The dancing in the dark, with no music but that of your heart. The sound of laughter evoking liveliness. The wishing on a star and believing with all your might. The taking it slow, and just living in the moment. The feeling of peace from a simple walk in the vast outdoors. The gifts of today, and the hope for tomorrow. The taking of chances that can forever change our lives … like taking a chance that from yesterday’s pain, today’s beauty can be appreciated even more ... the serendipitous chances are there to serve a purpose … if we are ready to create.

Like timeless art, our lives are formed from the materials set out in front of us. Paint that sits on a brush, no Picasso will we be - but when applied to the canvases in our lives, the possibilities are endless. Breaking free from our thoughts and giving into the power of our creation can allow a classic to be created. Using the moments of our lives – both of the cynical and promising – can give endless possibilities to what can be created. Our worlds do not exist by simply painting by numbers – true art, true beauty, comes from within … and only you can create the pieces of “art” to exist in your life … and to be left behind.

Monday, June 15, 2009

I'll have another slice!

I received an email over the weekend from my dear friend Michaela. The title of the email was "God's cake". Michaela is an accomplished cake designer and to say that I am wowed by her creations is an understatement. So it was fitting that this email came from her; a traveling forward of an email that seems to speak to the hearts of many ... and I hope it speaks to you, as much as it did to me.

Sometimes we wonder, 'What did I do to deserve
this?' or 'Why did God have to do this to me?'

Here is a wonderful explanation!

A daughter is telling her Mother how everything is going wrong, she's
failing algebra, her boyfriend broke up with her and her best friend
is moving away. Meanwhile, her Mother is baking a cake and asks
her daughter if she would like a snack, and the daughter says, 'Absolutely
Mom, I love your cake.'

'Here, have some cooking oil,' her Mother offers. 'Yuck' says her daughter.
'How about a couple raw eggs?' 'Gross, Mom!'
'Would you like some flour then? Or maybe baking soda?'
'Mom, those are all yucky!' To which the mother replies: 'Yes , all those
things seem bad all by themselves. But when they are put together in the
right way, they make a wonderfully delicious cake! '

God works the same way. Many times we wonder why
He would let us go through such bad and difficult times. But God knows that
when He puts these things all in His order, they always work for good! We
just have to trust Him and, eventually, they will all make something

God is crazy about you. He sends you flowers
every spring and a sunrise every morning. Whenever you want to talk, He'll
listen. He can live anywhere in the universe, and He chose your heart.

Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance!

Tuesday, June 9, 2009


I opened my email this afternoon and the following link is to a poem that was tucked inside. A poem that speaks volumes of taking in the pleasure of today - staying your course, without losing yourself along the way. I was amazed at the timing of its delievery -- a good addendum to post to accompany, "Stop, Or you'll miss it ..."

Staying the Course By BJ Gallagher

Stop! Or you'll miss it ....

I have a best friend of mine who is my wingman in life; I received an email from her on Sunday asking me to proofread another paper of hers and I quote, “Be as critical as you want.” The email continued off of our conversation from Saturday where I listened while she cried, and offered my best advice for continuing forward …

You see she is a devoted wife, a mother of two, maintains a household, student teaches, and is finishing her Master’s in Education. Most days she is up before dawn and doesn’t go to bed until way after the late show. And that is just the daily routines; then comes into play are meetings, appointments, and plain old responsibilities like balancing a checkbook. Not to mention the unexpected hardships in life– such as on Friday, her Grandmother-In-Law passed away. She gives herself too little credit; is the most critical judge and in turn doubts her abilities as a mother, as a wife, as a teacher, as a student, and as a friend.

Sound familiar? Like you just took a look in the mirror?

She is so flooded with the negative components, that she has completely blocked the positive affirmations of her life. Positive affirmations like the way her little girls admire their mother, and in their eyes you can see they respect her and wish to be her some day. Or in the eyes of her husband who from across a room watches her, without her knowing, and you call tell is asking, how did I get so lucky to have her? Or in the eyes of her best friend, who will drop anything to be at her side, yet wishes it was she that knew that she provided more comfort than she was acquiring.

Sunday night, I traveled out to Cedar Hill’s Chapel Hill Funeral home and sat next to my wingman and tried to provide comfort. I held her when she cried, cracked jokes when I felt she needed them, and walked with her, without a sound, holding her hand, as if silently to remind her … I am right here, always. I then sat on a sidewalk, in a skirt mind you (the things we do for friends ….) and proofread her paper. The sad part is that even after assuring her the paper was wonderful, and that she is doing a tremendous job with the existing components of her life – she still met me with such promise that she was failing – at everything. Her metaphor of the way she wrote her paper was speaking volumes to the attitude she felt of her present surroundings.

Then yesterday morning I received an email from her. After reading the email, and being granted her permission, I have chosen to respond to her through this weeks column in hopes that if one of you are too in the “doubting yourself mantra”, you also may find strength in simple words of a friend desperate to give back a little peace of what her wingman grants her … inspiration, and motivation.

Dear Goose,

Why do you doubt yourself? Your abilities? You look past your achievements and center yourself in misgiving. I wish you could see what I see; you would be amazed at the radiance that engulfs you. Like we spoke on Saturday I will remind you that burning a candle at both ends will inevitably be a disaster. How do you expect to achieve success unless you are ready to give into the fact that not everything is going to be perfect; sometimes the dishes will be left undone, the grass not cut, the laundry piled up – you may forgo making your bed three mornings in a row and use that extra 15 minutes to devote to your homework, and in essence gain 15 minutes to devote some where that matters most ... like family dinners, or playing a game, or chasing the girls in the back yard through the sprinkler system. You tell me all the time you don’t “know how I do it” but love I am telling you, cutting corners in the not so serious matters of life is how I made it through, how I continue to make it through. And it is not a bit easy …

There are still times when I push myself too hard and have to deal with the consequences – I believe you put it best in your email when you hoped I was not running myself too thin these days. I wish I could say that I wasn't, but as you know me too well you then know I take on too much; try to cut corners, and when my efforts come up short guess what? I know its going to be okay! Truth be told, the main secret to remember is embracing the moment and when strength comes up short ... I turn to my support system, a system that you are an intricate part of. Just like I am always a phone call a way, I feel the same with you – and it shows. When I feel I have nothing left to give, at the end of my rope, exhausted and depleted, you show me I still can. It’s so amusing because you write of how I am an inspiration, a role model, full of charisma and personality --- did you not get anything from my conversation Saturday??? I am this person that you see because of people like you. It is YOU I see inspiring, you I view as a role model; you have a sense of humor that is enlightening and a personality that dances with amazement. The hope you have for one day being as much of a help to me is long over – you help me every day – to be a better mom, a better friend, a better person. I strive to be the best, because I am surrounded by the best – and that is a wonderful circle to be a part of. And I thank you for that.

I want you to do me a favor: walk into the girls’ rooms tonight, while they are sleeping and take in the beauty of what you and Mike created. Step into the master suite and kiss your husband goodnight (and if something else happens I don’t want the details!) and give into the moment of just being … in the presence. Then step outside, glance up at the sky, and smile at the place on earth you are at in this moment in your life - the here and now. How much better off if we all could just live in the now and not so strategically plan our lives. When you have looked around you and embraced the true creation of a humble, loving, ambience of aura around you … I want this thought to come to your mind:

As proven, you are going to find, today and always, that the hard and difficult only seemed that way before you began …. During and after you have the resources around you that assure you that failure is not an option … its time to begin … begin giving yourself a break and enjoying the abundance around you.

And just in case, have I told you lately that I love you?

- Maverick.

And to you readers of Plan B … Have you stopped to look around you today? When will you begin giving yourself a break and just enjoy your abundance around you? There is always going to be deadlines, responsibilities, and to do lists – but with prioritizing, organization, and not so much of a push, you can both achieve your goals, and take pleasure in the moment of today. You can achieve true medium… both the bliss and the fuss, enter-tangled in a web of a chaotic, incredible, breathtaking life … if you are daring enough to break free, and regroup. Besides, don’t you deserve balance in your life? It’s not that far from your grasp; if you are willing to make the reach ... Take two moments for yourself, and thank me in the morning.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

A banana brown sugar sandwich sounds good right now ...

"Dreams are today's answers to tomorrow's questions." —Edgar Cayce (American psychic 1877-1945)

I am told I have a gift, inherited from my great-grandmother of Indian heritage. I have an intuition, and with it when I dream I can wake up knowing if that dream is insight that must be respected.

Here is an example for you skeptics: This week three years ago, on a Monday night, I had a dream. I awoke on Tuesday morning and called my sister:

"I dreamt last night Grammie died and Mom did not tell us."

"She's fine. I talked to Dad and he just spoke with her on Sunday."

"Oh. Good. What a relief."

If only I had listened to my dream, if only I had respected my gift. I had known then for quite some time that my instincts and dreams had a greater meaning; too many times I had ignored my intuition and left feeling helpless. Yet I was ashamed and embarrassed, and terrified.

My Grammie was a woman who I never saw treat or speak ill of anyone. Beginning when I was nine months old, she took care of me. Living down the street from her in a rural area, my parents discovered quickly that when they could not find their two year old daughter at 7am on a Sunday morning, all they had to do was walk a few houses down - there you would see me, sitting at the kitchen table, eating a banana and brown sugar sandwich and saying, "Good morning". She "adopted" us into her family and always insisted she was our Grammie. She taught me that it was okay to want more; she taught me the value of love, and having that in your life; she gave me the strength to believe in myself. Even now when I doubt, she is a faucet of strength that I continue to tap.
That nights dream was the worst of my terror. Grammie past away that Monday night and my sister and I did not know of her passing until the following Saturday; after the funeral, after the burial, after the final goodbyes had been made. Our mother did keep it from us, and the reason we don't speak is what my therapist calls "a whole other issue" ...

I respect now that I have a gift and if my feelings are strong enough to invoke such emotions that make me loose my breath - I act on them now. Granted it still terrifies me that I have such a powerful tool: today's answers to tomorrow ... and yet now I feel a comfort. I feel my great-grandmother who past this on to me must have entrusted at some point I would know what to do with the wisdom ...

To you my readers, I ask:
Is there a time you wish you would have followed your instincts? Do you regret now that you didn't?

And to you Grammie, I miss you every day, and then some. XOXO your Chrissy Boo, forever, and always.

Which Direction?

When faced with a fork in the road, a sharp turn to the left or a slight to the right, how do you know which direction to take? And more importantly, how do you know at what time you make the navigational check mate?

For me, I ponder to much; I give more weight to the strategical aspect and not enough to my heart's desire ... if I was truly listening to my heart, I would be following my dreams instead of sitting in the middle of the road looking at both of options and neglecting to remember: by sitting still making "no decision" I am still making a choice not to move forward and in turn, not fulfilling my purpose. Plan B is a breading ground for learning -- I just educated myself on how I need to throw out my map and go with instinct.

Your turn: When do you know when is the right time to take a different path in your life?

Seek answers Covered in Rain

As a kid we are notorious for asking questions; curious and inquisitive of the wonders of the world, and wanting to know the how, the why, and every detail in-between. We don’t hold back or tip-pi toe around a subject – we seek more – no response is ever good enough - each answer leaves us with wonder and delight, and the thirst to know more ….

Take for example: The Rain.

Late spring is here and for weeks we have been dealing with the almost daily occurrence of spring showers, and chaotic storms. Yesterday for example on the 12th floor here at the office I thought that at any moment I would see the “Wicked Witch of the West” riding her broomstick in a funnel cloud. Within 30 minutes of dark clouds, limited visibility, the rolling of thunder and the swaying of the turbulent winds … the storm was gone and the sun shown through the blue skies once again.

This morning during our commute the sun was once again hidden by a rainy drizzle, and Thomas was showing his inquisitive nature:
“Why is it rainy Mommy?”… Cause God has a sense of humor when it comes to the morning commute …
“When is it going to stop?”… Not until I have yet another bad hair day …
“Why does God make it rain?”… This one I converted into serious mode …

“The rain is nature’s way of cleansing. With each drop that comes down, it washes away the ugly and brings a sense of renewal. It’s a balancing act – in order to have the sunny days and the beauty that entails each, we must also have the rain that provides the nourishment for such days. That’s nature my love.”

His response?


When did we stop asking why? Was it around the time we discovered things were not as they seem? (Santa Claus? … enough said) Or maybe it was around the time we lost our innocence? Or even yet, when we had our heart broken for the first time?
I know for me it was when I could not come up with the answer any more.
…. Like when your high school sweetheart walks away and you ask why, but are left with an empty response.
…. Like when you struggle with your inner demons and you ask why, but they continue to haunt you.
….. Like when you cannot sleep for the fifth night in a row because your past seems to be taking over your present, and you ask why, but you continue into night six.

Each occurrence like these left me more cynical to the world around me. Eventually I became content with tucking away the tough questions of life, and not needing an answer - pretending that maybe it was better off not asking. Even now I ask why and I am ashamed to admit, but I host a disdainful humor … however … there is that inner voice, that whisper of childhood innocence, that pleads for an answer – searching, longing, with an urge of desperation to know. Despite the brave face we sometimes show the world, each of us have that inner child that is searching for answers, and with those answers a sense of understanding, a sense of hope, a sense of peace with the yesterdays of storms in our lives.

I gave Thomas that answer to rain, because when I was a little girl I too wanted to know where rain came from and why … the adults would tell crazy one liners to stop the asking of my questions – like, it’s bowling in heaven or the angels crying. I was never content with these responses so I began to do my own research, shift through the evidence, and come up with my own conclusion. When I was 12 was when I concluded rain could wash away the dirt that can accompany life. I still remember looking out my bedroom window and being certain that the purpose of rain was to cleanse, to restore beauty, to give way to a fresh perspective of the balance of life …
A cleansing that provides restoration and perspective if you are brave enough to dare attempt to allow your inquisitive nature to once again enter your life and take you on a journey of discovery. A journey that at most times is a process of discovery, a quest of truth and not always a slight drizzle. The answers you find might take you by storm, evoking monsoons of tidal waves, crashing of emotions that take out more beauty than what they leave behind. However you shelter from this storm – be it with your umbrella of optimism or boarded up windows of fear – know that at some point it will be over. As we step through the rain clouds in our lives, we need to be reminded that sunny days outnumber the dark clouds …. If we are honest with ourselves we can sort through the answers (emotions) and upon doing so we will find true nature at work. True balance. True meaning. True comfort in the hope of tomorrow, in the meaning of today, and the purpose of our past.

Rain … its nature’s way of cleansing. Washes away the ugly and when the storm is over, there is no doubt you will see the sunshine and even, just maybe, if you are looking hard enough, if you are searching for more, wanting to discover, needing a reason … you may come across that rainbow in the sky, shimmering below the sun, just above the clouds … and in that instant, you may take off your rain boots, splash in the puddles, drench yourself in the earth's abundance and ask yourself, “Why?” ...