Out of nowhere 50 mph winds, window shaking thunder, lighting spears hurled to the earth, and rain that possibly would have made even Noah flinch. I rushed to put towels behind the front porch door and front house door as the water rushed downward towards the house. Would the roof hold up? The wind has a way of sneaking rain under the old shingles. Then came the dance of hail. Other than the towels, one can only sit in such a storm. Nothing to do.

I went to make a pot of coffee and as the water poured I realized that the water in front of me and the water pouring outside were the same. Water. Oh the source may be slightly different, but water just the same. One may offer a faucet that makes you feel like you have a bit more control. Yet, I cannot control the quality nor the quantity. Sometimes not even the pressure can be controlled.

A gentle pondering of how they both were the same and yet they felt so different. My response to each, almost instinctive, so physically and emotionally different. Yet, they both were water. And then the whisper, as whimsical as the water that danced upon my hand. “Can you see little one? Can you see the dance? The force of water outside…your external storms. The water pouring on your hand, that you think you can and try to control…your internal storms. They are both water, they are the same. It is that vision, the insight of their union that is the dance. Find the middle way, find their union, and laugh to see the Wild Divine dance.”

With my palm dripping I opened the back door and extended my hand. The rain water danced with the “controlled” water, and I could feel the Wild Divine dance. A wet palm to my heart, a gentle whispered prayer back, “May I always see the dance of union. Sadness/joy, love/loneliness, anger/compassion…are they not the dance of the Wild Divine calling us to see both and then to dance in the union of Life in between.