
08/23/2025
Something magical happened on our monthly women’s walk on the plateau.
We started our walk in the early morning to escape the heat of the day. There was a slight fear tickling in my belly that it may get too hot for me as the hike progressed. That would not be a problem, come to find out 😂
Just as the temperature began to rise slightly, the sky darkened. Then there was lightening. Then thunder. At this point we were at the middle of our trek, so we had no choice other than to keep on moving.
The sky cracked, opened , and dumped rain on us hard for our entire trek back to our cars.
We giggled. Chanted “rainbow, rainbow, rainbow”. Marveled. Smelled the earthy things rising with the wetness. Met a horse friend.
Even though I knew it was raining down on other people in other places, it kinda felt special and just for “us” somehow. Our little group of women who like to chat with the trees, and take photos of “special” rocks. It felt like Mother Nature was speaking to us and telling us to let it all go and wash away with the rain.
As I tend to do, I thought about our ancestors trekking through all sorts of weather and how funny it is that rain (a very normal and natural thing) could make us giggle and become playful again.
I enjoy our monthly hikes that organizes. Our community is growing and I’m really grateful to have met this wonderful person who started it all. Being in nature is so healing, and silly, and wonderful.