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Being from the Midwest where there is often two feet of snow on the ground from November to May, I was certain the Seattle rain wouldn’t bother me. And as it turns out, I was right.


For one, it doesn’t rain in Seattle as much as the movies and TV shows depict. Contrary to popular belief, we actually do get sun. Our summers are unbeatable in weather (sshhh…please don’t tell your friends…this is Washington’s best kept secret), so much so that you can find me on the beach or at a park most weekends, and my tan is ON. POINT.


Secondly, rain is much easier to deal with than constant snow. I absolutely do not miss my numb fingers and toes, my frozen nose hairs and shoveling my car out of the driveway in the middle of a blizzard. Not to mention my white knuckles on the steering all the way to work each day. I’m SO all set on that.


That being said, of course I’ve had my days. The clouds and rain in the winter can get slightly oppressive, like you’re trapped in a white bubble for many days, even weeks in a row.


Do I prefer the sun? Absolutely, every time.


But there’s something about rain water dripping from the colorful fall leaves, and that “just-right” combination of mist and fog that linger just below the evergreen tree line that give this town its character.


Sometimes, on a “clear-ish” day, you can see the snow-capped mountains standing tall and the puffy clouds forming the perfect hover effect just above their peaks. To me, that’s God.


Honestly though, I didn’t always see it that way.


When we first moved here I was completely out of body, my anxiety was at its highest point maybe ever, and I had bouts of depression where I felt I just couldn’t get out of bed in the morning.


And the clouds and rain didn’t help. It was often dark and gloomy outside, which only added to my melancholia.  


I have spent the past three years dedicated to healing myself from the inside out.  


Through daily yoga I have released old emotional baggage that was no longer serving my highest good. Using whole foods and herbs I have released endless amounts of toxicity from my body. Journaling, Reiki and countless other tools have been a pivotal part of my journey as well. With still plenty more work to do, I feel I have made huge strides in my health and well-being.


I think the rain is beautiful.


But I couldn’t see the beauty in what otherwise might seem like doom and gloom before I found the beauty within myself.


When we detoxify our body from all the old garbage (i.e. chemicals, heavy metals, viruses and bacteria, parasites, old emotional baggage, negative thoughts, etc.), we can finally see the world through a clearer lens.


Everything just becomes brighter and more joyful, even the stuff that used to seem dull and heavy. What I originally carried to Seattle is no longer present within me.  


I once perceived the rain and clouds to be dark and gloomy, just as I was inside.


As I was driving down the street the other day, I gazed out my window to admire the beautiful scenery. The bright mossy green tree trunks, the remnants of the autumn leaves scattered about, the woman with the bright red umbrella walking her pup, and those puffy clouds floating over the mountain tops.


As I looked up at the sky that evening, the half-moon illuminating the clouds with subtle pink hues, I could only think of how grateful I was to be here. That the beauty of the Pacific Northwest is second to none.


And that is when I realized why life felt so good, why I could truly see the beauty in everything, rain or shine.


The power was within me the whole time.


Although I’ll admit my natural tendency to favor rain due to my years in snowy, below freezing temps, I didn’t truly appreciate it until now. And it was because I just couldn’t.


We must not underestimate the power of proper nutrition and self-care. It may seem subtle, and it may seem like nothing is happening…at first.


Then one day, you’ll wake up and realize wow. This is legit.


Healing can happen. But you have to want it. You have to work, and dedicate yourself to you.


There is no magic pill to healing, and some days it’s really hard. But I promise you, it’s worth it. My wish for you is that you, too, wake up one day and appreciate the rain.