Okay, as per a previous post I'm a aspiring adept of "loving what is" a la Byron Katie (really a la Taoist philosophy). So "what is" here in the Northeast is rain, and then, rain and then just for a change, more rain. But when you rest with what is and stop wishing for things to be otherwise, you see the beauty that is there - waiting for you to notice. Here are some photographs from my garden, of plants graced by delicate droplets of water. Enjoy . . .
This, of course, is not a plant, but the windshield of a car covered with droplets and reflecting the beauty of dripping trees above.
And how lovely is this nasturtium, below, heavy with water, with one gigantic drop still clinging to a petal . . . . ?
This smoke bush with it's horizontal fan of leaves holds many beads of water, that seem to prefer to remain separate beads - not merging into a little stream that would run off the leaf immediately. Perhaps they prolong their life span by remaining as a droplet, before becoming a rivulet that falls off its support to be absorbed by mother earth.
Maybe these beads of water prefer to "sit" like silent monks in a temple allowing the process of evaporation, rather than to fall any further . . . ?? But then again, a monk would have no preferences . . . she/he would just accept what is . . . and as the moment changes . . . accept the next "what is". I'm learning so much by just noticing what little droplets of water do . . . and don't do! There's the key: they don't do - they just are.
Addendum: As I re-read the last two paragraphs here, I see that except for the last couple of sentences I am projecting my desires to "remain separate", "prolong life", "not be absorbed", "not fall any further" onto these pure, little drops of water - that just 'are what they are'. Good to know what I'm doing! Interesting how if you can catch and pull back your projections, you can learn a lot about what is going on inside.