Rain is needed everywhere including here. And it is falling right now. I am happy. I am cold! Where two days ago I had on shorts and moccasins and today jeans, socks, double sweaters, still I am happy. Perhaps you are too. Perhaps you are not, you were planning your first large gathering after the 2020-2021 hiatus, likely a cookout or a beach day with family, friends. Ah, well. Wait a couple of days, or until next weekend. Enjoy the slow, new-adventure-each-day return to life with others. Easing into any new or renewed circumstance is softer than diving in, all rawness exposed. No? Personally, I am often a seeker of solitude.

Concord River falls misted in rain. I am standing a bit back from the fish ladder, passage for fish that cannot navigate the falls.

And the other day, in different weather, I shared time at the falls with a great blue heron who also was watching for herrings (or any other fish for a meal, which aspect of the watchI did not share)

Cropping makes the heron and her surroundings a bit pixilated, but …. Plus you might notice how much lower the water was in this earlier in the week photo-to whit, the need for and wonderfulness of this rain today May 29th 2021

I am sad, this said in the face of my earlier admission that I am often a seeker of solitude, I am sad that we spend so much of our time and energy being not that person or not this person, being not another, being aggressively self in the face, the presumed oppositional face, of other. I hope we begin to understand the sharedness that is living that enables life here on earth.

I am listening to a really good podcast. https://onbeing.org/programs/tracy-k-smith-and-michael-kleber-diggs-history-is-upon-us-its-hand-against-our-back/ I hope you’ll listen to it all, but especially from minute 25 on. And really especially, the three poems these two poets read during minutes 43-48 closing out the conversation. Really, this is a great episode of on-being. I hope you will listen to it.

Tomorrow my mother would have been 98 years old. Earlier this year my father would have turned 100. I cannot fathom these ages. I cannot touch the back, the palm of my own hand and understand that it has brushed against so many years of surfaces rough, smooth, broken, chipped…. Yesterday, standing in a wood at the waterfall shown above, I was taken by a tree that stood stiller than I and about five feet from me. I stepped over to it, it is a big tooth aspen and probably in its middle age, based on the shape of the bark’s cracks, and their depth; I stepped over to it and lay my palm against its side. I stood there palm to bark for a few minutes. The silence that stilled my body and settled my thoughts calmed me from breath out to bones to derm to epiderm (my bark), to a peace I wish I could have pocketed and could bring out today, tomorrow, anytime. Perhaps I can bring it out. Perhaps I only need remember, because, even as I type these words I am recalling and sitting nearer that peace. Again. I am grateful. I am grateful for the what were’s that can be the what are’s again. May only the good what were’s be repeated in your life.

Thank you for reading.

Not the Big Tooth Aspen, but a young Black Cherry, along the local rail trail, that could (some have) live to be 400 years old.

Author: Kate Hemenway

I like to explore, to observe. I like to be within what is around. There is always something to wonder about and to ponder. There is always something.. My favorite ways to get to places are bicycling and walking; or reading, or thinking, or asking. Please feel free to ask back, as I continue to wonder out loud, express joy or concern, or, sometimes, talk through my hat.

2 thoughts on “Rain”

  1. Thank you for sharing Kate. Yes, the rain is wonderful! My 3 baby robins grew up fast and flew out of the nest last week. And I got to watch it as I happened to go outside at just the  right time. Just lovely. Take care, Eileen Sent from Samsung Galaxy smartphone.


  2. Hi! “Rain” has (as do all your writings) some great thoughts and fine wordings.

    I just listened to the podcast. Painful.

    This has to be one of the Enemy’s most horribly evil tricks: Turn these humans, whom God created in his own image as one family, into enemies . . . based on how much sunshine their former generations lived under. And give the ones with less melanin a sense of superiority so strong that no evil is too cruel for them to use—and to justify—toward their darker brothers and sisters.

    How long, O Lord, how long?

    I especially loved the woman‘s final poem.

    Thanks. 💞

    On Sat, May 29, 2021 at 2:08 PM whereIwonder&why wrote:

    > Kate Hemenway posted: ” Rain is needed everywhere including here. And it > is falling right now. I am happy. I am cold! Where two days ago I had on > shorts and moccasins and today jeans, socks, double sweaters, still I am > happy. Perhaps you are too. Perhaps you are not, you were p” >


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