Winnie the Pooh was right, which is interesting considering he only had fluff for a brain. Yesterday, Wandering Son waved and grinned, and headed back to his other home on another continent. I drove home from the airport alone, and I thought the oxygen levels in the car were depleted. Today, I'm feeling the bittersweet aftertaste of two weeks of late night discussions and much laughter. And for today, I'm choosing gratitude for relationships that make saying goodbye hard. How blessed I am.
I thought the rain was appropriate yesterday, since I was raining too. It's not that rain is rare this time of year; but rain is another one of those ordinary June wonders that I'm watching for these days. Rain refreshes and nourishes all growing things. Including me.
I love the sound of rain on the roof,
the smell of rain coming,
the glistening drops reflecting and magnifying the green world.
It's one of "My Favorite Things..."
when I'm feeling sad, (or saying goodbye?)
I simply remember my favorite things,
and then I don't feel so bad.
(Rogers and Hammerstein, "My Favorite Things", The Sound of Music, 1959)
It's time to head out to the garden. Guess what I'll be humming today? ~HumminB~