Still Spots

I'm writing on the screened porch this morning watching the rain pounding down onto the Pond so fiercely there are no still spots.  Only disturbance.  Sometimes life is like that.  No still spots.  Everything seems to be turmoil.  Chaos.  Nothing seems clear.  All is crazy mixed up thoughts and activities.  It is as though the "monkey mind" has totally taken over.  And yet, somewhere deep within, there is stillness.  Quiet.  Sanity.  Clarity.  Peace.  I'm beginning to learn how to access that place.  The rain helps.  The steady beat of the rain on the tin roof provides a sound barrier to chaos - a replacement sound that excludes other disturbances - more than just covering them up - excludes them, removes them, allows what is real and true to surface.  This morning Spirit is alive and well - and evident - speaking to us with messages that only we can hear - those of us who are listening.  Wisdom comes in listening.  Amazing that it has taken me so many years to find this truth.  Be still and know.