Why do we always pin the metaphors of sadness and distress on rain? Why does the darkening of the sky elicit negativity instead of happiness? Does the storm cloud not bring vital water to quench and replenish?
Perhaps we should dance, happy, in the rain. Perhaps our songs of rain should give praise. Perhaps we should seek out rainbows.
While I chose the name Nimbus primarily for it's connotation of a person's glow or aura, which massage helps enhance towards the positive, it does carry another meaning of the clouds. Occasionally someone will look at me and say "don't you know that's a storm cloud?" Technically, it is the uniform, grey covering cloud (which may or may not bring rain), and I have always liked this as part of its meaning.
Grey happens, rain happens- we are the ones who choose whether we associate it with the negative or the positive- or simply as part of life. A nimbus is, very basically, an atmosphere-and, light or grey, we each have our own little morphing patterns. And while I love bringing a little more "light" into someone's atmosphere; I really only get to facilitate. Ultimately, we all call our own "light!"
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