stop and smell the roses

or in my case, the rain.

i love that nature has a way of making me slow down and reassess things. at the moment i have a list of things to do for work (i'm left one every day by my boss) and about a thousand errant thoughts slowly percolating through my brain, but instead of focusing on any of that, i'm sitting at a beautiful glass desk in an equally beautiful home library/office watching and listening to the rain pitter-patter against the leaves and ground outside. it is just a light rain...the perfect kind of rain for my form of meditation. don't go thinking i actually meditate. i couldn't truly meditate if my life depended on it. i just can't slow my thinking that much. but the rain acts as a filter and helps me concentrate on one thought at a time instead of every thought rushing me all at once like normal.

and the rain reminds me to be thankful. my relationship with a great power is a little iffy, but it is days like this that remind me why i do believe in a high power; why i think none of this is an accident of science or whatever others who don't believe in God think. i can sit her looking out the window and be thankful someone or something created such a beautiful place for me to live out my existence. having lived someplace with no greenery, i can be thankful for all the vibrant shades of green (and yellows, oranges, reds and purples as the leaves are changing right now). just above the sound of the rain, i can hear the roar of waves from lake michigan across the street. it has been some time since i've felt so at peace.

instead of dwelling on finances or boys or home repairs or what's for dinner tonight, i've been relaxing, reading a book when not typing and enjoying the sound of the splendid countryside i get to spend my days working. but alas all good things must come to an end...

time to iron 4 sets of sheets.