This is a rainy morning. I feel somehow settled. I think I am like the new little plants in my garden. I take time to find my roots. I keep transplanting me from sunny spot to shady back to sunny spot and I never allow myself the minutes needed to dig in and ground myself. But with the rain, I am soaked. I can’t go outside and a transplant in this mushy, damp terrain would cause more tumult than it was worth. So I make some tea and I watch the rain. Feeling my stomach drop into my couch and letting my eyes drift over a good book. The calming effect is magical.