Falling Like Rain
You know what I feel like. I feel like walking out the door of my little mansion on a secluded island, pulling a snuggly toweling robe around me and breathing in the cool sea breeze. I won't have on any shoes. The sand won't be hot and I'll skip down to the beach, my long wavy hair flowing behind me. There I'll wander along the shoreline, let the waves flirt with my toes and think about every little nothing that has become everything to me. That's what I'll do. I'll sing to my creator in silence, feel the moist air on my skin and glory in the wonder of his touch.
Well, if I had a mansion and if my hair was that long already, that's what I'd do. As it is it's Autumn here and the cooler weather has chased away the lethargy of summer and mentally and emotionally I feel so refreshed. I'm guessing this is something of a calm that's finally hit after the storm of emotions I've been wading through since January.
As I look back I'm seeing how it's probably all tied in with my health. I've had a huge leap in my health upwards since January and no longer being sick full-time has suddeny sent me through a whole wave of emotional and mental hurdles. For years I didn't dare to dream, now suddenly anything seems possible. For years I barely ever had the strength to get through a day, now suddenly I have spare energy on my hands leaving me listless and bored.
We're about to move, too, I think that helps. After six months of waiting it's nearly here. The date at present is set for the 18th of this month, the Wednesday after Esther. Since getting back from Rachel's I've managed to pack seventeen boxes of books. I still have a whole another bookshelf to go, making me wonder where on earth we managed to get this many books from. I know I'm a bookworm, but twenty odd boxes? It's quite sobering. Maybe if I stopped buying books I might be able to afford that mansion.
5 Comments:
Hmm....I'm not a beach person by nature, but that image in your writing is mad...wait, scratch that, I'm just not one for swimming. Period. Beaches are okay apart from that.
Twenty odd boxes - yes, that does sound like quite a bit, but I'm sure that there are all these people that are going to read this post and cheer you on. Possibly crazylady, I don't know who I'm thinking of.
It's always nice to feel the sensation of a certain personal freedom. Well wrote.
...and when you've got that mansion, can I come visit?
Andrew: Beaches are the best. And thanks =)
Cory: hey, thanks. I love it when someone reading my stuff understands what I'm trying to portray.
And, well...it is suppose to be a secluded island. Maybe if I have another mansion on the mainland?
Pah, make it as secluded as you want. I'll still find it. I'm just that magic.
...then again, it might be because I'll have a certain radar helping me find it... XD
You can NEVER have too many books!!!!!!!!!!
One day, I want a mansion by the sea too... *sigh*
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