I'm sitting on my front porch this afternoon watching the rain fall in a steady stream as it hits the ground. It looks as though it would be soft hitting my skin. The clouds have been low all day, as in lying in waiting for it's companion to show up and follow through with a promise of a wet ending to a gloomy day.
The air is thick and heavy with fog, and the humidity is high causing a small struggle to breathe, which is normal in this region of the country. The smell in the air is fresh when the occasional breeze hits, and I take a deep breath letting the cool air fill my lungs. As I sit here my eyes look around and notice that there is still so much green around for being the end of the year. The fact it was snowing in my front yard last week makes the green a welcome sight. It was the first real snow in around ten years at least. It set the stage for Christmas, but was melted by lunch. Now here I am breaking a sweat as I sit here`72 and raining just a few days later.
I'm grateful I live where I do. The nature here is beautiful, and the palm trees line the highways. The sun shines most of the year and I am blessed. And even as the rain falls, I can't help but be thankful for my life. Yes I've struggled. But who hasn't? I am no different. I am still learning to see the good even through all the bad. This time of year is hard for many, myself included. I can do nothing but take each day in, learn from it's lessons (Or try to anyway), and move forward into tomorrow hoping for better than yesterday.
I will continue to sit here on my porch, watching the rain fall and listening to the sounds of life moving around me. Content in this moment. Content in this space and time. Realizing that life moves forward with a purpose of living and survival...
I will continue to do just that.
Blessings to all who are struggling.
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