Contemplations in Rain

Contemplations… rain seems to slide the thoughts into pathways made rusty by such a long dry hot spell.  Perhaps it is the sudden release of breathe after tracking so many fires this year.  Or perhaps the moisture lubricates the mind, allowing it to slip and slide here and there.  Out the window from where I sit and type, the rain has stopped again, the plums are huge and purple on the trees near the deck, and brighter light seems to bring a glow to the wet leaves and grass.
Mount Adams still hides her face behind the soft gray veil,  refusing to show her new covering of fresh snow.  I can only assume the peak has this new white gown, based on the reports from Mount Rainer’s Paradise webcams found here.

for example, at this time I see this grouping around the Jackson Visitor Center at Paradise.

Also there were reports last night from Mount Hood’s Timberline of 8-9 inches of new snow, and a very happy St. Bernard that lives at the Lodge.

You can see webcams via Timberline here.

Meanwhile, the Snotel site at Surprise Lakes up in Gifford Pinchot National Forest claims no precipitation lately, which makes me wonder if it is actually working!  Or maybe I am reading it incorrectly.  This particular report on the Snotel site shows nearly a full years daily records, beginning 10-1-16.  interesting!

Well, that was an interesting side track in my flowing rain thoughts!  This has been the strangest of years.  I am wondering if we will slide quickly through Autumn and into a harsh winter.  Eternally hoping for the long beautiful Fall weather I love so much, but not so sure i will get it this year.  Might have to content myself with fall colors from previous years such at this:

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And now, as I finish up, the RAIN has continued.  I learned some new words this week:
      Petrichor:  pet·ri·chor, ˈpeˌtrīkôr/  (noun)  is the earthy scent produced when rain falls on dry soil. The word is constructed from Greek πέτρα petra, meaning “stone”, and ἰχώρ īchōr, the fluid that flows in the veins of the gods in Greek mythology.

also:  a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather.
“other than the petrichor emanating from the rapidly drying grass, there was not a trace of evidence that it had rained at all”

Pluviophile. a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days.

Psithurism

(n.) (obsolete)   The sound of wind in the trees and rustling of leaves.

 

Wishing you all a lovely Autumn, and hopefully no one goes straight from Heat Stroke to Hypothermia!

 

Darlisa (Starlisa)

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Unfocused Mind Diaries part 1

2014… Year of Changes
June, near the end of the month, on a Sunday afternoon. My mind has been so unfocused and scattered lately, and getting worse the last couple of months. Anxiety attacks about what should be small things, but shake and bake my body and brain. These are followed by time staring blankly into space… important things forgotten like crumbled dry autumn leaves falling from the trees into the silence of deep winter. Names that I know well slip away like the last lick of a soft ice cream cone… gone.
Sitting in my truck in the sun in the church parking lot, with all the congregation gone home with their families already, listening to the song of the capricious winds dancing among the leaves of the grown up Weeping White Birch and big old Maple trees. Mother helped plant so many trees and shrubs here so long ago when we built stage one of this LDS church building in Pucker Huddle. She would be thrilled to see how well they grew; I can picture that in my mind.
Ah, yes, my mind… THAT is where I started, and what I wanted to talk more about on this sunny day full of puffy white clouds and wind-swept trees. My mind, and how it does not like to focus on things of importance in the ways of this modern world, but would rather drift off dancing with the leaves in the wind or sink deep into the earth to curl up and wait to be born again; to grow questioning tendrils reaching out like the roots of a tree to find the pockets of vibrant life force that nourish mind body and spirit.
Waiting; Nothingness, and yet Everything-ness. Calm, listening and observing; the curl of the hawks wing fingers as he changes directions in the wind; the sudden squawk of a Crow searching the ground under the tree for a bit of supper.
Supper…. That is right; I was invited to two different meals today with family and then friends! I had best be on my way.
>>>to be continued<<<