“A fish cannot drown in water,
A bird does not fall in air.
In the fire of its making,
Gold doesn’t varnish:
The fire brightens.
Each creature God made
Must live in its own true nature;
How could I resist my nature,
That lives for oneness with God?”
—Mechtild of Magdeburg
from “Women in Praise of the Sacred”, edited by Jane Hirshfield, p. 87
“There brews He beautiful water! And beautiful it always is! You see it glistening in the dewdrop; you hear it singing in the summer rain; you see it sparkling in the ice gem when the trees seem loaded with rich jewels!… dancing in the hailstorm, leaping, foaming, dashing…! See how it weaves a golden gauze for the setting sun, and a silvery tissue for the midnight moon! ”
Seeing this frog being rained upon made me think of the Psalm 139. I could certainly relate to the experience of stormy weather. Sometimes I get frightened that God knows me too well, but when the storms come, I get comfort knowing God is with me and knows what is going on.
There is a disorder called pareidolia, seeing shapes in clouds. When I was a child, I used to spend a lot of time gazing up at the clouds while lying on grass. Sometimes Divine can make use of our disorders to bring light and inspiration.