the rain flew sideways last night and hit the windows so hard that i woke up and couldn't fall asleep again until the wind finally blew in the opposite direction. spooky and magical and not at all unwelcome.
my small drawings have become a haven. new languages float and dive through the grey. i make myself a little nest in the big chair by the big window and listen to the storm and the wealth of birds fighting for the washed up worms. i curl in and get warm.
more and more, i am becoming myself.
more and more, i am letting go of the old hurts and horrors of the past. they suddenly seem so dated, so out of place. i nod at the old ghosts and move on, acknowledging their presence but turning off the haunt.
6 comments:
'they suddenly seem so dated, so out of place'
that is a beautiful thing
it feels nice too. :)
You sound so much like me. Catalyst breezes that make you sparkle.... So inviting. Scurry away old ghosts... Haunting day is over...
Really nice and familiar.
:-)
doll, your comment reads like a poem!
thank you so much. :)
I love sideways slanty rain. Awww.
me too! :)
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