Rainstorms and Rainbows…

…and perfect the perfect light that comes after.

This afternoon there was rain; a proper summer thunderstorm. Round about 8pm, the clouds parted and the sun shone through. Brightly, cleansing. I went outside and I found it, there in the Golden Hour, the rainbow. I often find the rainbow, even if I need sunglasses sometimes to do so because it is so faint and hidden, the filter is needed.

It’s very metaphoric, isn’t it?
That perfect calm after such violence.

There is a lot going in my world – some paralyzing things, emotionally.
I have been dealing with some for a while, and ideally coming out from them, others are new and inevitable. All of it is LIFE. Life happens, and as I always say, life is for the living. That sounds trite and as if it’s an oversimplification, but it’s true… life is meant to be lived and life is for those who are still here, alive after the death… life goes on, for the living.
Life is for the living.

So let’s go live it.
Right?

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Adventure and Sympathy…

…and the joy of discovery, alone.

I was watching a talk show/reality type show the other day. At one point, one of the hosts asked the target guest: “Did you have to travel to Cuba alone?” with an utter disdain.

Why do we do that? Why do we place that stigma?
Why do we *feel sorry* when we see someone dining alone in a restaurant?
Or snicker at seeing someone riding an amusement park ride alone?
Or assume it’s a horrible thing for someone to travel solo?

Perhaps we project our own insecurity when we do that. Maybe we ASSUME the person dining alone is “lonely” and has no one to dine with or do things with.

But…
Maybe it is a choice.
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People in Places…

…And not fitting in everywhere.

I had to go to the laundromat the other day.
Now, I had to go to the laundry because the washing machine at home is having some sort of issue. It is my own fault, the machine’s been out for a bit – I didn’t get around to it. However, I was also running out of clean things, So… off to the laundromat!

I was a bit out-of-place. I really was. It was so obvious I didn’t belong there in the sense I didn’t know what I was doing. I was a bit overwhelmed. SO many machines! And so many big machines! It was cramped and humid and it sorta smelled a bit. I was unfamiliar with the machines. I clearly must have looked lost.

An older woman who couldn’t really speak English came up and helped me. I needed it.
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