Here is one of my favorite memoir posts. It’s short but reveals the transcendent reality that can be found in nature and how that has been a consistent and comforting presence in my life.
One time when we were still living in the now sprinkler system-less townhome, our gay babysitter, David (who I will write about in a later post) let us play outside in the rain. He stood in the doorway as my brother, and I ran around squealing with delight. We would try to do cartwheels, jumping in all the puddles, twirling around in place. It was liberating being drenched, feeling the rain hitting my head and body. I loved trying to cup it in my hand or opening my upturned mouth to “take a drink” from God’s goblet.
This scene may have been one of the happiest moments of my life. We would play in the rain with other babysitters later, but none of them enjoyed it as much as laughing David watching over us from the doorway. I felt free while playing in the rain, and even today I don’t mind walking around during a
The word “brilliant” is defined as, “(of light or color) very bright and radiant.” So when I say that the clouds turned pink and orange, it wasn’t just a pastel colored sky. The clouds were lit up in brilliant, vibrant shades of pink and orange. It wasn’t simply gorgeous, it was stunning to my young eyes, and the memory brings a tear to the same 50-year-old eyes all these years later. At that moment, the world had a different hue. The light had made something beautiful into something transcendent, and my soul was delighted.
Stay tuned for more from Chapter 1! To read other installments, check out the top navigation menu where links to the memoir posts to date can be found. Thanks for reading!