Rainfall

I wrote this blog entry a month ago, but I've been neglecting this blog and my writing in general. I regret making excuses, because many moments would be better recorded IN the moment. I haven't written anything since May. I didn't write about the wedding, or our 1 year anniversary, or about any of the revelations of my heart. I thought about writing lots of different things down, but talked myself into their irrelevance. Oh, the life of the creative mind, tortured with fears of insignificance. :)

Its been a dreary day today, though lately its been sunny in Washington, which has been so very nice. But today the sun couldn't get out from behind the clouds.

I had big plans for my day off: sip peppermint sun tea, start the wedding scrapbook, and rediscover my inner calm, of course.

Well, needless to say, I only got as far as the peppermint tea in that plan. The prints were going to be much more expensive than I'd thought, which negated the third item on the day planner.

Which then begs the question: how can my inner peace be messed with so easily? I apologize for the flower child language. But as fair warning, I'm about to start sounding even more like a hippie.

I have had many enjoyable things planned to do to keep myself busy. In face I probably spend more time making lists of things to do than doing them. Some are small, and some are larger projects. Most of the time, though, I have the hardest time actually doing any of them, and the thing that sounds most appealing to do is to curl up in a ball and watch a funny movie.

Anyhow, one of the many things on one of the lists I've made was to pick lavender to make lavender sachets with. I walked to the end of the road to pick lavender, and as I was bending down to pick the last few stems for my handful of stems, I heard something. It took me a moment to realize it was the rain that had just started to fall. It was hitting the leaves of the plants. Then I felt the drops. I couldn't believe I could hear the rain. When was the last time you heard something that quiet?

I had to smile. And I had to write about it. I ran back to the house to grab my notebook to write down what it is like to hear rain falling. By the time I got to the house, I could hear it on the rooftops.

I can't remember why I thought it was so important to write down that moment. The past few months hold some of the most beautiful memories of my life so far. How easy it is to get bogged down by the details, and how wonderful it is to be reminded of what's important by listening to drops of rain.