Hello beauties! How are you? I started the Limpia again this past Monday: the SAD has been kicking in, especially with stomach ache, and I have been feeling like I needed to do a detox so I moved the Limpia up to April instead of May. Hopefully, it will help.

For the Meteoropathics

However, last Sunday, I was enjoying the Spring weather as it was a stormy day, with a lot of wind, and spent a bit of time reading in the garden. While I was sitting there enjoying a Matcha and Moringa Latte, I was looking at the sky: the clouds were passing by so quickly and saw in between them a bright and shiny sun. The sun was always there. It doesn’t go away: it’s a giant, hot ball of gas and other stuff, some millions of miles from us. Clouds form, they stay a bit and then they go away. The sun doesn’t- it’s just there.

And that’s what I was thinking – people often refer to the clouds and the rain with sadness; when it rains for even a couple of days, my parents would say how much the weather brings with it a low mood. While I don’t experience this, I understand well how natural, external factors (i.e. weather, change of season, etc.) can affect a person. As I was saying, I love stormy weather and I do enjoy a windy day, where you can just about perceive the sun, but it will be mostly cloudy with a slight chance of rain.

What I usually think though, is that the sun is just behind the clouds and they will go away at some point. A phrase comes to mind: “The sun is always there”. (Also “The crops need rain!” – for all the aficionados of Schitt’s Creek.)

Obviously, this is not an original thought, but I wasn’t sure where I already heard this and looking online, I found that a very similar phrase is found in the poem “The Rainy Day” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

The Rainy Day by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882)

THE DAY is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
    And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
    And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
    Some days must be dark and dreary.

Love,

TVCL xx