I find this sleepy/not-sleepy feeling annoying. Awakened by bursts from this brain of mine. So, laying here listening to the gentlest of rainfall, I feel somewhat peaceful. And fatigued. And then there’s still the buzz of my active brain, rattling out randomness. When I hear the rain, though, slowly dripping from the firs onto my roof, forming tiny rivulets down to the earth, tranquility gets pulled from my core. This speaks to spaces deep within me. Reaching the better parts of my childhood, my youth here, listening to water flow across cedar shakes. Connecting to deep childhood moments of quiet security, of the moments of parental love and safety, deep, internal warmth, this overactive mind calms. And I feel, yet again, richly blessed.
Blessed Rains
