Well after months of drought the rain is finally falling heavily. The boys are inside wearing their new rubber boots and playing with puzzles. Piles of washing are drying (very slowly) inside. And I am sitting in the shed listening to the rain fall on the tin roof.Doesn't everything just seem clean and new after rain. Don't the plants seem ready to grow and bloom. And don't rainy days seem the best days to read a book or snuggle up to a loved one and watch an old movie.
Just like with the seasons, life seems to go through times of profound change. At times life seems so hard and every activity a burden. And then all of a sudden you find yourself looking forward to things and planning ahead. Our lives are such a precious gift - and yet sometimes we are so overwhelmed we can't see the beauty surrounding us. So on this rainy day I am choosing to take some time to celebrate the good things in my life...
I have a wonderful husband...
I have two beautiful, loving little boys...
I have a terrific extended family - we might not always get on, but we are always there for each other...
I have good friends...
I am safe and the ones I love are safe - no wars, famine or persecution...
And I am free to be who I choose to be...
Kinda makes you grateful to be alive doesn't it?
Hugs,
Lisa
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A wild rambling rose of a woman,
with a smoky smile and jaunty hips.
Tan as a summer's day.
Brisk, bracing, brusque.
Like a March wind.
Cool air pours off a sheer blue glacier.
Ice lipped steel bergs
Way down under...
Pieces of the sky
scattered over the glassy waters of a lake.
Mirror world lake reflected.
A reflex action.
A world dopplegangered.
One twin clear and sure.
The other rippled by winds of fate and chance.
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