Simplicity is this
The rain tatter the roof
The coffee; I sit on my stoop
A faded piano; hi hat n snare
Bass; I can relax
Sit back and stare
It’s a glorious morning
Dark and in the rain
I feel no pain
Why do I love the rain
Does it wash away the pain
The hurt; of living here on earth
Or is it the calm and serene
Drifting into streams
Or cascading lights in the city
Stunning; it’s so pretty
Or perhaps the sound
On the tin roofs or ground
It’s lovely when it rains except
Perhaps I’m a little rain obsessed.
Its all been slowed to a stop
And I felt like a child again
Something as simple as the breeze blowing on my face
And the sound of wind
The tattering rain on the tin roof
And the slightest warmth in the air
Smiling when I can feel,
And hear; the earths simple pleasures
Timeless is and
Precious is life.
Forecast of calming humidity; cascading the water of life
The trickling down and tapping our cozy abodes
Relaxing our minds
The plants rejoice and dance with the drops on petals, leafs and pines
It’s the natural healing
Perfect to unwind.
Outside it is pouring a warm rain, I’ve left the door wide open, just listening. Drinking my coffee wishing I had slept in but that’s never the case for me. The rain is beautiful and calming and I know warm weather is coming soon and I desperately need it, Sun and exploration. I have a Canon rebel hoping to be out doing street photography shoots and skate videos. Walking the city and hiking the mountains. I know. Good times are coming.
I’m still enjoying my transition; I shouldn’t even call it that because I feel complete. Instead: I’m enjoying life as a woman. I don’t have dysphoria for the most part. Sometimes I don’t even wear makeup and simply rely on my natural beauty; which feels good. I love shopping and building a never-ending wardrobe, I love doing my makeup and picking my outfits or wearing the intimate types for me or my girlfriend and my life is a thousand times better this way.
I’m climbing out of my depressive state; slowly but surely. Taking my blog seriously and taking life seriously around 100 days sober. It’s taken some getting used to coming from using my whole life and recently living in the the shelter to my beautiful home and completely sober but I’m extremely hopeful for the future; letting go of destructive uses of time and onto the constructive… I’m supposed to be tapering down my anxiety meditation but I might have to tell my doctor that I’m actually not ready for that. The thought of battling it without meditation is just… ugh. My anxiety still has a firm grip on me basically; not for any particular reason, it’s just my bipolar.
So basically I’m just overcoming, striving to be better than I was yesterday and holding onto the positives that keep me going. Extremely blessed and lucky: to be alive, to be with my love, having a home and infinite opportunities to grasp and work with. As for anxiety/depression/bipolar, I’m just going to take control of my life and ride the shit out. I’ve been through way too much in this life to let that shit control me. Fuck that.
I’m within the rain.
My eyes are heavy, raindrops hitting the windows…
I love the rain when I’m at home,
it’s engulfing my soul with its life..
I’m still and calm, eyes still heavy, relaxed,
dripping away the rain from gutters to concrete and grass.
The temperature is mild and chill*
refreshing to breathe in this rainforest we call our home. 🙂
The dogs sit quietly as if they too are relaxing to the sounds of raindrops and the –!whitecitynoise:::.
My connection to this rain is like….
a birds connection with the air beneath it’s feathers.
It represents freedom.