Sometimes it is okay to let one's mind wander and wonder about the world. Sometimes we get stuck in one chapter of a book, we forget about the rest of the book. Sometimes it is easier that way.

Sometimes we just want it to rain, so all the ink would just run-off the pages-forgetting it would leave smeared, ink-stained pages. Events in our lives are like ink on pages in our own book of life.

Rain is a beautiful thing. Washes away the things we want to forget or perhaps washes away for future redemption. It is refreshing, but the ink stains-the things that happened in our lives are still there as a remembrance of the past. Rain gives one a refreshing new start, but still reminding us of where we cam from. Allows the plants a second chance to grow in the middle of a drought coupled with a few sun rays.

Sometimes life gets too much that it suffocates us and we want to tear the pages out. But the marks of the teared sheets will always be there. The more effort we try to put into carefully tearing the sheets out to leave no trace of existance, the deeper the marks of the tear reside.

Some tears are too deep to tamper with, and too sacred to leave behind. So. Keep the pages in the book. Continue writing more chapters in your book. There may be rain, there may be hail, there may be rainbows, there may be sunshine, there may be clouds, there may be ... anything. Take it in. You will have readers, critiques, editors, reviewers and intuitive guidance from loved ones above- or even more.

Just let the thoughts go. Just let the words flow. Let your mind wander to fill in the commentary.

Just keeping writing the story of your life.

Everybody has a story to begin. To tell. To end.

 

A Happily Ever After.

 

Rain is renewing. Just walk in the rain. Just let it in. It'll make you smile inside. And the sun will come someday soon. Let it radiate.

 

Ralph Waldo Emerson was a great writer with a beautiful mind. He believed that everybody has the potential to be great masters of ideas and crafts, but only some will pursue it first. Walt Disney said that, "When you're curious, you find lots of things interesting things to do. And one thing it takes to accomplish something is courage". I suppose that is what seperates us from Shakespeare(despite the controversy), Benjamin Franklin, Abraham Lincoln and even Mr. Emerson himself.

 

Courage.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
There are two gates of sleep. One is of horn, easy passage for the shades of truth; the other, of gleaming white ivory, permits false dreams to ascend to the upper air. Aeneid VI.893-896


I feel like I have been in this ivory tower for so long...what is it like there in the outside world? The fire is slowly dying inside and the sparks left are down to a few. The wings of the butterfly are becoming tattered and dry pined against the cork board on the wall of an empty,cold, blue living room. She may just slip away from the pins into nothing like nothing ever happened. It is so easy to fall into the traps of the imagination. What is real. false. Imagination drives us to envision ourselves persisting in this world. Nothing wrong with a little imagination. Extremes makes us place ourselves inside of ourselves with no one to share it with....and then what is the point? When dreams, intellect, lies or what have you consumes us...we create our own ivory tower. A utopia from an extreme of one's unintentional choosing.

I want it to rain. Bend the rules. Soak the ink on paper and let it run free. Jump from the tower and shake up the world. Revive the butterfly and let her bloom like a flower smile through the tears and battle wounds. She'll create more wounds in this vicious process. More and More. But she'll gain so much life. So much more. And she will fly though the fields, towns, cities and sky sharing her colors and life with the world. There is beauty in the world in every soul brought to life. Sometimes we get Lost. Confused. Jaded. Trapped. Down.
Sometimes it takes more time to Realize. Envision. Balance. Believe.

Unless these words are only reinforcing that she will never leave.