Perspectives: Coming Back in Full Circle
For seemingly the longest time, I disliked the rain – rainy, damp, wet, dark weather. Strange, since my childhood was nurtured amidst the Singaporean equatorial weather patterns – thunderstorms, monsoon winds, humid convection rain systems, giving way to lush tropical flora and greenery, lots of green.
In my early twenties I moved to Southern California, where you know…it never rained – hardly ever. For twenty years I loved the dry desert heat amidst the juxtaposed Pacific Ocean sweeping against the brown Santa Monica Mountains, the brown Hollywood Hills – in fact the brown every mountain range in that region. I didn’t mind it. I loved the peripheral Mojave Desert. I came to love the desert.
Then one day I found myself moving to the Northeast USA. I was looking forward to experiencing the four seasons for a change. Wouldn’t you know it? I found myself disliking my first Summer there, hot, steamy humidity and almost daily short bursts of thunderstorms. I thought Spring a rainy season lasting way too long after what seemed to be an endless Winter which seemed to go downhill after the pretty winter wonderland of the Yuletide season. I felt like I was in a constant state of dampness, whether hot or cold. My favorite season?? The dry Autumns, when leaves were changing colors, that short period when we would get what I called dry, sunny California-type days, the sound of rustling leaves amid brisk breezes.
Because of my new location and activities on the East Coast, my late husband and I planned on one day moving out of New Jersey to Florida. I enjoyed Florida but often wondered how I’d feel about all that humidity and tropical weather patterns. Heat and humidity was always a sticky issue for me! I mean I would swear up and down that I would and could never live in that kind of climate again and made a big deal out of it.
Have you ever felt like the one thing you missed more than anything became something you suddenly outgrew? Perhaps suddenly missing something else more than anything replaces what was. After my husband passed friends and relatives would ask if I would consider moving back to L.A. No…just outgrew it. Strange how we learn to let go of what no longer serves us and allow ourselves to move forward.
And now, 15 years since I left California, I am here living in the Sunshine State of Florida, although where it is definitely not always sunshiny. And you know what? I find myself loving this climate, loving the tropical rains, the thunderstorms, the steamy humidity, the lush tropical greenery. I feel renewed in it. I walk in its gentleness – or run to shelter from its wrath. I feel energized. I feel strengthened and comforted. For whatever reason it brings me back to my childhood – my spirit connects back, and I feel good. As the old cliché goes, a woman’s mind is like the weather… I guess I’ve changed mine. They say within the circle of the eye of the hurricane, it’s quiet and peaceful. And I’ve come back full circle.
Everybody talks about the weather, but nobody does anything about it.
– Charles Dudley Warner