In the Rain

I texted Hannah, student organizer extraordainaire, at 8AM on the morning of our Sewanee Inner Beauty events:
Soggy.  Some possibles: 1. Daytime indoors today 2. Postpone daytime till tomorrow 3. Get wet and sing.  With a list like that, who wouldn't choose to get wet and sing?  So we set up under a couple of big trees, which kept us surprisingly sheltered for a long time.  I gave students from the Health and Wellness House some simple Inner Beauty instructions, and they were off, brilliantly, leading other brave souls in Free/Not-Free, Passports, and other Treatments.

Around 1PM, the rain got way harder than anything the trees could shelter us from, and everyone scattered.  I dove into one of the Safety Tents the students had providentially set up, and zipped in.  There I was: former Professor Lady, barefoot in a puddly tent outside the library of the college where I'd once taught.  ​Tell me again about the choices that led here?  Much more interestingly: there I was, safe and dry in the heart of a storm, listening to rain bounce off a tent provided by the kindness of a newly-met community of young people.  I chose to be with abundance, rather than lack.

Once the heaviest phase of the rain subsided, Hannah & I emerged from our tents, and abandoned our now-drenched labors in favor of lunch, coffee, and conversation.  It was good to have spent the morning making a space for wild daring in the rain, and good also to get in out of the rain.