Today, I noticed individual rain drops pearled on the tips of empty branches. I noticed new blossoms, confused and arriving too early for their celebration of life. I noticed the purity in a child’s shy smile and prolonged hug. I noticed the power and vitality embedded in an expansive, full-body stretch. I noticed the depth [...]
The Little Things
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Empty
Today is Monday. There are no blooms. I blame it on the rain. And my bathtub. My bathtub was re-enamelled late Friday. I wasn’t allowed to use it ALL weekend while it dried. That meant no showers – a BRILLIANT excuse to stay in my pajamas for 48 hours. I only left the house once, [...]
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Rain And Me
Today is day THREE of grey skies and crying clouds. I am not a happy camper. In fact, as minute after minute ticks by without a ray of bright sunlight reaching me, I become more filled with inexplicable rage. I feel increasingly claustrophobic. Human beings morph into screaming hyenas. I transform into a banshee. There [...]
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Rain
“Why do clouds cry so much, growing happier and happier?” Pablo Neruda It has been raining for 24 hours in Los Angeles. It doesn’t look to let up any time soon. But I know that, at some point in the future, the sun will reemerge from behind the grey clouds and shine on a land [...]
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