For the past week, I've been yearning to write but couldn't find the right inspiration. Then, as I sat in bed watching the rain fall, a stream of consciousness poured out of me, filled with gratitude for life. This is the first time I've ever written something like this, and sharing it feels deeply vulnerable. Here are my reflections, unfiltered and sincere.
Outside, the rain falls, washing over me with its peaceful and clean essence. Even though I’m safely tucked away inside my beautiful, safe home, the water never fails to touch me.
I feel soothed by it, akin to a baby nestled in its mother's warm embrace.
The rain has stirred a feeling in my heart. I can’t quite name it because I haven’t felt it in a while. Perhaps, it’s curiosity, or serenity or simply acceptance. Maybe it’s all of the above.
New beginnings feel ablaze in this weather; to me, they do. I feel rejuvenated to face life anew.
I crave poetry. I crave books. I crave writing. I want to try and fail and try again. I want to embrace imperfection, allow myself to be human. I want to lie there, listening to Adrianne Lenker soothing me with her voice.
The rain stirs these desires within me, acting as a catalyst for my reflections on the past month. As I immerse myself in these creative pursuits, I realize that June has drenched me with its purity and satisfied my yearning for stability.
Pouring with life lessons, this month has taught me so much: about the fragility of life, about love in all its forms, especially love for my friends, and the beauty of anticipation—making plans, looking forward to moments. Listing it down, it doesn’t feel like a lot. Doing so may diminish their substance. But I will hold on to it as a reminder. I will remind myself of its importance. I will cling to them dearly.
Watching the rain pour endlessly, I vow to stand tall and untethered, welcoming whatever July drenches me with, for I stand like a tree, unyielding to any storm.
Thank you for reading and letting me try something new.
xoxo,
Reet