Rainy Mornings and Holding on.
It has been some time since I’ve sat down and truly written something that my soul has long to put into words and it is all about the mornings where the droplets of rain meet the soft lush grounds of the earth.
Rainy mornings has been one of those beautiful moments that I have fallen in love with; the feel of the cold breeze, watching the pouring of the rain on the window pane, hearing the drops hit the ground, and the smell of a new promise every moment. Those moments simply evoke in me a feeling of love and longing.
I sit here on my desk just listening, transporting myself to a different place where I am surrounded by the green fields of land, sipping a hot brew on a cold rainy day, watching the rain fall from my window pane. And as I look to the bed which is not separated by the kitchen and living room of the tiny place I call my own home, I see my man asleep on the bed. Feelings of pride and love arise as I think to myself how blessed I am to have someone like him in my life. A man of strength and compassion who is my partner in this journey called life. It might seem strange that I can picture this so clearly that even now I see him. — Stop.
I used to daydream a lot and it simply kept me awake in my own little world but more than ever, it made me hold on to hope; of the things that are possible that the Universe gives me.
Years of blessed singleness and the journey has not been easy. There have been too many challenges both internally — my heart and externally — my reaction to situations presented. But all those moments have allowed me to be stronger, to think twice, and to commit to myself.
Holding on is never easy, but it is always fulfilling when the moment comes and you get the answers that you prayed for.
I still believe in fairy tales and happily ever afters, though I have been heartbroken and gone unnoticed, but that does not stop me from hoping because I am very clear with one thing, I am enough.
