I haven’t been writing as much lately. Yes, I’ve been busy with work and work and work. Yes, I’ve been trying to learn about some other facets of the internet to grow my blog and make it better, perhaps even profitable.
But also, I’ve been blue. Deep, beautiful, aquamarine blue, in my core. Read the rest of this entry »
The real reason I’ve been thinking about home is that I might be leaving this one soon. This one, being downtown, “THE city” (sorry, nyc), my hipster dupont city girl pad, my newly-divorced-to-single woman pad.
And, to top it off, I might be moving to … Northern Virginia, land of my constant mockery lo these many months! Oh the horror!
But the thing is, ultimately, home is “who”. Home is who you love, where you love, and cliche’ or not, home is where the heart is. Absent “blue pearl” granite even, home is where my love is, where we both can be, and where we can be together. Home is love and I have found it.
Against the aqua of my curtains comes yellow so bright, I think it must be car lights. It is 8:20 p.m.
I open the curtain to see that no, it is the summer sky before a storm.
Yellow beams hit my curtains, pebbled sandy driveway, clean white stone of the walls of my building. The rain is coming.
Thunder literally rolls over the yellow green of grass, magnolia tree leaves, footprints.
Flashes of white that stab the earth and listen, wait.
I open the curtains wide to breathe in the wet wind.
When the rain comes, it is in drumming, pattering waves. I love the smell, the taste, the feel of the night from my room, the same storms I watched from a similarly yellow-lit blue room of my childhood.
The summer storm makes me feel something is coming. And anything is possible.
