The First Drops

The Lynx´s Path - Chapter 21

The twentieth day began with the steady rhythm of rain. The man woke to the sound of droplets tapping against his window, their cadence both soothing and persistent. The clouds from the day before had released their weight, and now the earth welcomed the cleansing touch of water.

After lighting a candle on his altar, he performed a small ritual to honor the element of water. He filled a bowl with fresh rainwater collected in the early hours of the morning and placed it in the center of his altar. Closing his eyes, he placed his hands over the bowl and whispered:

“Water of life, cleanse and renew. Carry away what is no longer needed and nourish what is to come.”

The lynx’s presence was subtle today, her energy flowing like the rain—gentle yet constant. Inspired, the man donned his coat and stepped into the rain. The droplets kissed his skin as he walked to the nearby stream. The water had swelled, its current stronger, its voice louder. He knelt by its edge, dipping his fingers into the icy flow.

In the ripples, he saw reflections—not of his face, but of moments in his life where he had resisted change. The stream carried those reflections away, leaving the water clear and calm once more. The rain above and the stream below seemed to harmonize, creating a melody of renewal.

By the time he returned home, the man felt lighter, as though the rain had not only cleansed the earth but his spirit as well. That evening, he journaled:

“Rain teaches me to let go with grace. It doesn’t force or demand; it simply falls, trusting the earth to receive it. Today, I let the rain wash away my resistance and welcome the flow of change.”
Location: Sweden

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