Dear Reader,
I have now lived in Los Angeles for seven months, and the winter months were, strangely, cold. A friend who has lived here for ten years told me,
“This is the darkest, gloomiest winter we’ve had in a long time. You brought the New England rain with you.”
I cannot deny, the rain has been a comfort. I was all set up to grit my teeth and lather on the sunscreen in defense of that perpetual California sun. But instead… blessed clouds. Drizzle. A sweet balm on the pieces of my soul missing home.
The Sound of Pause
Rain comforts,
a surrounding blanket.
Permission to take self-
less serious.
To stay inside
and rest,
read a book,
sleep safe.
The roads are slip
so we go slow.
Everyone understands
there is an
extra
layer
of distance
between us
and our tasks.
To my nerves,
my mind,
my senses,
it sounds like pause.
Like liquid grace.
Like rest for those
in need
of peace.
~
S. C. Durbois Newsletter
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