Denver spent the majority of winter almost without a single snowflake in sight. The meteorologist love getting on camera and telling us we’re doomed –
“We’re in a severe drought.”
Believe what you want.
The last time I heard that, I was 14 going on 15. And America started a war in Iraq.
Something about making people believe the world is ending and the weather not acting right seems to go hand in hand.
Except this time, it didn’t.
First, we were hit with a huge snow storm. Now we are experiencing so much rain, the creeks are flooding over. The dam system has been overworked. But that is excellent news for the supposed drought.
I won’t give away my secrets.
Now it is green, lush…and cool. The trees look spirited, the air isn’t stifled with agendas and bullshit. Before this week, I’d seen a handful of butterflies, letting me know that flowers were blooming.
The grass is green, the streets and sidewalks aren’t covered with layers of dust.
What drought?
No. I’m not a meteorologist. But I do believe in knowing when something is meant for you. I believe in visualizing better outcomes, and knowing everything will work out.
Believing the highest outcome doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll be rich and famous. With a mansion you don’t need and cars you don’t drive. It means you’ve transmuted balance into the universe, and that all comes back to you.
Whether it’s rain, something you need, or someone you need.