Which tiny island off the coast of Maine is this? Does it matter? If it's not this one, it's that. On a day like this, they all look the same anyhow. The sky has opened up wide, and a torrential downpour is underway. When I was young, I was told the angels were crying. If there were thunder and lightning, I was told they were bowling. But now I know the real truth. The next time you cry, watch yourself in the mirror. Watch your eyes well up with tears, and watch them as they splash down your face. The sky of your mind has opened, and what was hiding within can no longer be contained. It must come forth to release the pressure, and when the pressure is finally released, the mind plants invisible seeds on your cheeks. Then your tears water the seeds, and the seeds grow into their own empires. How careful we must be about the seeds we plant! But plant them we must, whether good or bad. And so, water them we must, whether we want to or not.
It is the same for the Earth. The sky has opened, and millions of raindrops fall on an uncountable number of seeds that have exploded from the soul of the Earth. Each seed will sprout and grow from the rain, and each will become its own being, some on the physical plane and some on the spiritual. Unlike us, though, the Earth knows exactly what to plant and what is needed where and when. It is fortunate for us, then, on these days of rain for we know that new beginnings are just around the bend. Even so, the tracks of the Earth's tears can be difficult to follow.
