The past few days I have been in a funk. Just a what’s the use kind of mood. Didn’t want to talk to anyone or do anything. Just wallow in my misery. No singular reason just a general malaise of being fed up with everything. I went to bed like a true Oscar the Grouch. I sleep with my sliding door open and the first thing I noticed when I woke up was that the smell of rain was in the air. That heady aroma of fresh falling rain. I couldn’t hear anything so I looked outside and sure enough rain..rain in the desert. A first for me. I put on my yoga clothes and went to practice on my back covered porch. I felt sore and didn’t really want to practice but I heard that inside voice saying “Susan you need to stretch” I began slowly watching the clouds roll by. A raven perched on the roof and I thought “Wow. What is he doing here?” It seemed a validation that I was doing exactly what I was supposed to do. As I was finishing my practice I felt a few drops fall on my face. At first I thought I was imagining it but then realized sure enough I was being rained on. I found it refreshing, exhilarating, and cleansing. Ahhh I thought. This is why I was supposed to be out here. To wash away the funk, to embrace the fact that I can do yoga, to give thanks. To realize that sometimes it is the simplest things that can bring me joy and peace.