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Pluviophile

“Sometimes it rains, but we don’t get wet”

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

The forecast called for rain last night and this morning. I was hoping that it wouldn’t miss me and instead provide a good and steady cleansing throughout the night. And it did. I woke several times hearing the drops hit the tin roof, heavier and softer at times. I immediately felt wrapped in comfort. I even slept decent which I was surprised of. For one because it was only my second night on the new mattress, and secondly because life happened in several areas yesterday. Not really anything that is a surprise, and one thing has been a long time in the making, but something that was finally put into action. No matter how hard I tried, no matter how much I get it and saw it coming, it got to me in the worst way. In the end I got some poetry out of it and named it “Coward,” making peace with myself and the feelings involved. But not before feeling a great deal of emotional, mental and physical pain yesterday. My health went right down the drain, to the point that I got pretty badly by the time I went to bed, contemplating if I should even go to bed and have another rough night. Well I am glad I did, and thank god the pain at that intensity was temporary. Then, came the rain, along with some pain meds and washed it all away, and I’m grateful.

In the far distance lightening strikes illuminated the night sky, but luckily no new fires have been reported. It rained the entire morning and it was wonderful. Cuddling with Cinnamon while looking out into the forest, watching the trees sway and my prayer flags dance in the wind. That’s at least what I was looking at, and I think she was more interested in the lizards occupying the little dirt mount. There I found further peace and serenity with all that is and all that will be. For some reason the rain brought out the playful nature in me this morning. Something I have seen too little of lately, and I made a promise to myself to make sure it never gets diminished again. Not by myself and definitely not by others. That power is reserved for ourselves and doesn’t belong into the pocket of others. The morning continued with good, hot coffee, morning snuggles with my favorite girl and singing and laughing. A few remnants from the day before still lingered and a little metal (heavy metal music) this morning with a song from Slaughter had me dancing and singing as if I had gone mad about you. More…please.

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We are the co-creators of our life and the time is now. More than ever are we needed to support Mother Earth and each other. Together we discover and explore our unique gifts in times of strengths, in times we lean on each other, and in times when we learn from each other. This blog started as an outlet and what I ultimately called my “Warriors Journey.” It was a way to document the ups and downs of my life, sharing my hardships as well as my successes. It showcased the struggles, but more important the ways of how to overcome them. Although we are warriors each and every day, I realized that having to be a warrior, comes from a place of pain. I decided to rename this blog, and “Phoenix Rising” now stands for the story of overcoming such a painful place. My motivation for this blog hasn’t changed and I hope to share inspiration and hope, to create a sense of belonging, a space of being heard, and connecting with like minded beings who instill a sense of oneness. We are never alone, and we are unstoppable in the pursuit of what sets our soul on fire. Who I am in a nutshell... 
I am an energy healer and Reiki Master. I am surviving a chronic disease that I’ve sent into remission three times since my initial bout, 15 years ago. I continuously challenge the status quo and by doing so I change my stars. I am a believer that anything is possible. I am a hopeless romantic and I believe that true love exists on various levels. I am an optimist that will always see the glass as half full. I am a dreamer, believing in endless possibilities. Not even the sky is the limit. I have jumped off of the hamster wheel, and I am writing a new chapter. I am chasing my Nirvana to support my most authentic self. This is my story, I am that Phoenix and I am rising from the ashes. Namaste 🙏🏼💙🦋

16 thoughts on “Pluviophile

  1. Ah, just the thing for some peace…water…be it pattering, pouring, flowing or waving as it goes by, it brings a calm to the heart. Its energy is a balance for all that is, even a shower or bath refreshes everything, earthing all that energy for us. Glad you slept to its beat dear lady, the rain, not the heavy metal 😂 🤣

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      1. Don’t get me wrong, I love a bit of doof, doof, I was raised on AC DC, Led Zeppelin, Deep Purple, T-Rex and the like…but I’m getting old and enjoying the more medatative stuff. Mind you, occasionally something from the past comes up on the radio so I shock the neighbors with a bit of volume 😀 ❤️ 🙏🏽 🦋 😂 🤣

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      2. Haha I was just kidding and feel like you. Most of the time it’s mellow music for me, if music at all. It was strange to me at first being a lover of music, adjusting to preferring the silence over any noise, including music.
        For me it was a rare, one of those occasional moments kind of situation, having to release some penned up emotions that created that heavy metal moment. I always say there is a genre for every mood and that one required to turn the volume up a bit lol. 😜😂

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  2. Nice to hear, that you found your playing self, dear Rhapsody.
    Water of any kind is cleansing and the rain also wash away uncomfortable emotions.
    Here I have forest and beautiful green nature, anyway I do miss my walks by the beach, no matter what time at the year. The water and waves are for me very calming.
    So the beach visits will now go on in vacations, but this is also okay.
    Send you much love and huge hugs ❤

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    1. I know you miss the beach and we all have places like that where our soul feels at home. Home is where the heart is and I know you have now made a home in Germany, but you will never forget those feelings at the beach, where your soul is breathing a deeper breath, where your home truly is. Big big love to you. 🤗💙

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