And some days you just think a little too much.
These are not one of those days.
As I try and move into a regular routine of care, I hope the consideration I’ve been taking towards my mind will last.
Days like this, I imagine it raining.
For some, grey skies and rainfall is nothing but depression or sadness.
And after a while, I get it.
But for the most part, I enjoy the rain—enough to pray for it sometimes.
I remember a few months after moving to California, going back home to the East and hoping at least for an hour, I could feel the rain.
And I did.
I think maybe at the time I could’ve cried, but my family’s not the type to cry in front of unless you want an ice cream cone after. Then again, ice cream is never bad. Even past 10 PM.
I’ve been enjoying these days of no other tasks but the one at hand.
It’s a Thursday and I’m lucky enough that tomorrow is Friday and I will see My Love.
I hope your week is treating you nicely and you find that calm and serenity lying underneath it all.
I’ve found it;
within the breeze at a sunset filled park, amongst the growth of my garden, in the sound of my Haku sleeping—arms outstretched and all, and in my mind–napping, breathing, moving.
Let’s talk again soon