The rain is pouring down in buckets outside. It struck me that it has done a lot of that these past 11 months (come tomorrow) since Braedwyn died. There was quite a downpour in LA a few days after he was gone, we were rained out when we tried to do a sweatlodge in Vermont, it rained in England (well, that's not unusual). The rain teemed down in Koh Phangan the week during which Arrowen was conceived. During the lulls at night I meditatively paced out figure eights on the beach in front of our bungalow. It has also been unusually rainy here in Bangkok all year.
As I watched the rain coming down moments ago I could feel the earth in harmony with the sorrow I've encountered over this time. A few minutes earlier I had been having a conversation with Alice about empathy and the decided lack thereof amongst much of our species. The moment resonated and I saw and felt how it was that I felt the earth's empathy as it so well knows the pain of humans' lack of regard for the other.
Is this to be our legacy? A nasty infestation that will not be missed when gone? Because that is surely the path we are on. Nothing, however, says that we must remain so, but almost every aspect of our modern lives is built on the suffering of the those with the least. The rain nourishes all, why can't we?