I’ve left the bedroom window open a bit, with a towel on the sill. It’s chilly in there now. The rain soaked air smells like black truffles and the storm shrouded Bay that I can now barely see through the balcony doors off the great room. Soggy dogs, their fur still slightly scented from the striped kitties they danced with one night last week, sleep damply on the floor nearby.
The last of the homemade chicken and rice soup is warming my belly. Got the Blues playing in the background and a peach on a plate near my keyboard.
What has any of this to do with confidence, or life purpose, you might well ask, and rightly so. But lemme splain. At times like this, I get contemplative. Some folks do that when it rains. It’s a good thing.
There is a line in a very famous book that says, “To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven”. It goes on in poetic and profound depth, explaining the different seasons of life itself. I shall not endeavor to improve on prior perfection; I just have something of my own to add.
Confidence and life purpose are not always best expressed outwardly. Indeed, those things always start as an inside job.
On dark and dreary seeming days, in stormy times of the soul, it is good to take some time to slow down, go within, and see what’s there. Be your own storm watcher. Get the lay of the interior landscape. Become aware of the mind clutter, and release it. Let it be washed away in the restorative rain, swept away in flooding torrents of debris no longer useful.
Do not resist Nature. Let your storm seasons wash you clean. What remains is fresher and revitalized. From that flash flooded place, confidence born of purpose naturally blooms like the desert after the rain, colorful and vibrant.
Ask yourself this question: What part of my life could use a cleansing storm?