There's something poetic and refreshing about waking up to a freshly watered earth. After endless snow for months, the rain has finally come to take it away for good and to bring up the green in the earth again and it feels good.
Last night, while it was pouring, I wanted to go outside and just soak up the rain perhaps in an attempt to refresh my life. Now, I could just go into the shower and relax in the hot water and come out feeling reguvenated in the same way. But I suppose as a metaphor, I, like the ground outside, wish to grow into something new--to get a fresh start somehow from the entanglement that I've gotten myself into. It feels as though I've been relaxing in the "steam of the hot water" washing myself when all of a sudden the water runs out and I am stuck with the soap stuck to my body and drying fast. I panic and look for a near water source to rinse off but can find none.
In a few weeks, I will be done with my classes for this school year and I will get this chance to start over in a way. But will a new location and new surroundings mean a fresh start for me? Where does this new life begin? Does it come from my own determination? Does it come from divine inspiration?
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