Lessons in rain

We keep thinking that, because of the symbolic rains and deep storms in our lives it has made us bitter, angry, upset about life. And we somehow think that is ok.

Yet, flowers and plants (and entire forests) have experienced deep rains and storms, and what have they done with it?

They use it to grow. To start new life. To flourish. To begin again; to let the rain and storms pass over them and be rejuvenated.

Hmm.

And what do we, humans, who are pretty much proven to more complex than a simple houseplant, do?

We let the rain and storms make us bitter, angry, powerless, depressed, and hopeless.

Hmm.

May be time to rethink the definition of rain.

Life House

Despite the recent trend in my circle of friends to abandon their ‘starter’ houses in favor of more room and amenities in larger houses, my husband and I made a decision, not too long ago, that we are staying in this house.

Forever.

Not for just 5 years, not until we have a second child, not until the house becomes a little cramped for all of us, but forever.

Forever.

Wasn’t sure if you heard me.

Because, in our opinion, as much as we’d love to have a house that doesn’t creak or crack or make random, funny sounds in the night, we’re committed to this house.

And this house and its little quirks, is not unlike our marriage, being committed to the spouse, despite the creaks, cracks, crankiness and, ahem, random, funny sounds in the night.