I lived in the Arizona desert on a few occasions, I find it indescribably spiritual. Each person's experience is different from the next, for its beauty has endless definition.
I was staying in monastery discerning a call to religious life over a decade ago when a powerful monsoon came pounding through.
Just before I was out admiring a sunset that only God could paint to then running for cover over it's power. I remember thinking how the powerful rains poured were a cleansing of one's soul, washing away that which I struggled with in my discernment at the time.
When it passed, I breathed in a fresh air deeper than I had in a very long time and a peacefulness fell over me. I realized I was still standing. Through it all, I was still standing.
Reflect on a time in your life when the monsoon seemed greater that calm, how do you come out of it standing? What did you take away from the rains to guide you forward?
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