Rain

This evening I was bent over my garden planting the first batch of Annuals; bare knees plunged into the soil. William was propped up in his gait trainer.....legs dangling and head bowed. Gentle warm drops of rain began to fall on us. As I tilted my head back to catch a drop I noticed my son doing the same; letting the rain trickle to his chin. He smiled and something in me sparked; I was transported....

(remembering)

nights in college, breaking from studying and walking in the rain. Alone or with someone but always feeling so fresh, alert, and invigorated.

and now...... I sometimes feel that I am trapped on auto pilot; have I become comfortably numb? Although I love being a mother and watching my children grow and experience new things.........I need to feel alive and to see the beauty I used to see. I have become so busy, so sleep deprived, so worried, so so so so so ... that I sometimes fail to enjoy the simple things in life. To plant flowers in the rain and feel

refreshed

awakened

invigorated

more than just...

to survive

but to truly

Live