Rainy days...

as long as I can remember, I've loved the rain...it is my most favorite nature-wise creation of Abba's and i never tire of it.

a long time ago, someone i cared for very much, collected pictures of the rain for me
and then gave them to me on my birthday...i will never forget it.
simple gift, right?
but he knew, without telling, how deeply the rain moves me.

i have written my best stories and lyrics when it is raining
and it has long been a dream of mine to be kissed in the rain...

~stormy, violet-blue clouds hovering like a blanket over the day.
a couple walking in the rain, holding hands
and then...
a kiss.
soft, quiet, born from love...a true kiss with true love as it's author~

silly, girl-dreams maybe.
but they matter.
they remain.
and while some dreams are hard to part with, others stay with us for always...

dream big...you were always meant to.

The Lakehouse...

sometimes i've felt as if i couldn't remember love...
or as if it was a party and i was the only one not invited.
there is such raw power in loving someone unconditionally - without time or barrier.
i felt that once...many years ago.
i was afraid of it - i remember that.
i remember being held and loved just as i was, in that moment...
in his arms.
and it was there that all my fears ran away, and hope beckoned, promising me tomorrow.
later, we would part and i would begin to go back to a time when i was tender, vulnerable and humble.
i had to be 're-born'...
now my days are full again.
love is here once more...in the eyes of my children, friends and family.
it is a different love to be sure - but it is love nonetheless...
and that is more than enough.