It’s raining. I stop to listen and watch it coming down. The rain feeds my soul, nourishes our planet. As the drops fall on my face, I bask in the quiet of this gentle and simple pleasure and think of a man I admired much. Alan Rickman. I loved his work, his art. He said, “If only life could be a little more tender and art a little more robust.
He is right. The times cry for tender moments. They crave, simpler, gentler times like a walk in the rain, the holding of hands, a smile, art. All things one can not fight.
In honor of Alan Rickman, I wish for tenderness, creativity and art. May it be so.