It's raining today. That's not something new around here, but there's something sort of peaceful about today's rain.
Maybe it's the glimmer of hope that a little bit of blue sky provides behind the rain.
Maybe it's the quiet of the house all to myself with the sound of rain in the background.
Maybe it’s because all of this quiet reminds me of my parents.
I'm southern to the core in many areas. One of those is the gift my parents gave to me of sitting still. I have fond memories of just BEING on the porch with my parents. Not doing anything -- just being.
I think it's tough to do that and not feel guilty when other people are rushing around from one activity to another.
However, I just made up my mind... As a tribute to my parents, I'm going to sit around sometimes and try not to feel guilty.
If I had a porch, it'd be even better.
Maybe it's the glimmer of hope that a little bit of blue sky provides behind the rain.
Maybe it's the quiet of the house all to myself with the sound of rain in the background.
Maybe it’s because all of this quiet reminds me of my parents.
I'm southern to the core in many areas. One of those is the gift my parents gave to me of sitting still. I have fond memories of just BEING on the porch with my parents. Not doing anything -- just being.
I think it's tough to do that and not feel guilty when other people are rushing around from one activity to another.
However, I just made up my mind... As a tribute to my parents, I'm going to sit around sometimes and try not to feel guilty.
If I had a porch, it'd be even better.
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The truth is, I'm really good at sitting still. Too good, I think.
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