Beautiful Morning Rain

Today: this. Woke up to the gorgeous sound of hearing rain hammer down on my roof. The house is L-shaped, so the sound kind of wanders. Lying in bed, I could follow it through the TV room, hear it louder in the sunroom, because the roof is all glass, then follow from there into the great room with its high ceilings. The room echoes because the floor is marble tile, and the rain sounded like a drumbeat.

I got up and padded into the great room (actually, limped is more honest; had a procedure done on ball of foot yesterday, but let’s stick with padded) where I can see the beautiful storm through three sets of French doors leading to the outside.

Is this really my life? Did I really do this for myself?

Yes, yes, I did. It took me a long time to get here, but here I am. And I feel really, really Here.

 

About stacy

I am a writer, author, mother, former magazine editor (last at Redbook), optimist, and, above all, a searcher. I'm still searching for whom I'm really meant to be, after a series of very jarring losses: a divorce and house disaster that led to a book (Falling Apart In One Piece); a week after the book came out, my parents suddenly fell gravely ill, I resigned from my job (and, apparently, my career), my son went into crisis, my parents then rapidly died four weeks apart, and my boyfriend (who had moved in with me and my son just weeks before the book came out) began the painful journey of realizing we couldn't make our relationship work (that story unfolded on this blog). Since then I've been trying to figure out what's next. Or, in other words, how to fill in the blanks.
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7 Responses to Beautiful Morning Rain

  1. Eileen says:

    Beautiful, peaceful yard!! Did you buy or are you renting?

  2. Eileen says:

    Beautiful, peaceful yard!! Did you buy or are you renting?

  3. D. A. Wolf says:

    I remember how I loved listening to the rain all the years I lived in the north. Generally, there is no terrible underbelly to its arrival and lingering. It’s so comforting, somehow.

    In the south of course, the rains may be a precursor to tornado, weeks of rain and flooding, trees toppling into rooftops and crushing cars… My response to rain had altered over the years. It brings trepidation.

    But listening to you speak of it, I’m reminded of its particular music. Lovely. And yours to enjoy in the home you have created. Even lovelier.

  4. Jill Salahub says:

    It’s good to see you happily enjoying the water OUTSIDE your house. 🙂

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