I love when it rains, because every time it does I feel like I get a new start. A kind of mental reboot happens to me, especially the morning after the rain has cleared. The world seems twice as intense; the sky, the grass, the sun... and the sheer beauty of being alive hits me all over again, and whatever I was worrying about doesn't seem as big and intimidating. I know that as long as I am able to keep getting up in the morning, things will work out. One way or another. Then I look at my flowers, and I can't help but smile thanks to the person who gave them to me. (A boy gave me flowers! Imagine that!)
Some days I feel like my skin is paper thin, and I'm walking around with my heart pinned to my front shirt-pocket. The future scares me just as much as it excites me. (But perhaps they have to go hand in hand?)
It's also a little frightening to realize that growing up essentially means making decisions of your own, and then living with those decisions. But once again, fear and excitement go hand in hand.
Here is one decision: I think I'd rather live with heart on sleeve, rather than buried deep where no one can find it. I really don't know what the consequences of that might be, but I don't want to know anyway. There is only one way to go: forward!
Because you're mine,
I walk the line.
-Johnny Cash
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The more you live without rain, the more you miss it. I used to live in the Pacific Northwest. Now I live in the Desert Southwest. Rain here is a cause for celebration. I installed new rain gutters on our historic home 2 months ago, and still don't know if they work.....
dear ivy, i love that you wear your heart in the same place as me. maybe it's why the sight of your name, or the sound of your words, your typewriter keys pinned to said heart, soothes me, gets my lips upturned before i finish the job. i always know what's coming will be delicious and honest and oh-so-alive. us heart-wearers must stick together. the world gangs up on us sometimes, tells us we are fools. but i cast off their hollow looks, their disregards. i fumble sometimes. but then i remember i'm in fine company. so sorry to hear you are under the weather. is that you just up above, peeking out from behind the monkshood? or is it delphinium of midnight blue???? you are lovely as i imagined, ms ivy......
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