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Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Monday, July 11, 2011
Rainy Days
The living room in my parent's house in Gainesville was made for enjoying an afternoon thunderstorm.
The northern and western facing walls of the living room are floor to ceiling windows that look out across the back yard. From the far right corner of the couch you can see through these windows across the back yard, past the hammock and across the tree tops all the way down the street and into the adjacent state park. It's a rather nice view on sunny days but on rainy days...well it's just perfect for rainy days.
I currently have the pleasure of living in said Gainesville home, both evidence of my parents' generosity and my own privileged little life. Had I begun to doubt the privileged nature of my piddly little life, this afternoon's monsoon-ish thunderstorm occurred just long enough after brunch ended to ensure that I was cozy on the couch from the delightfully ominous darkening of an impending storm, straight through to the drippy, sparkly, sunshiny end.
Life is a pretty simple undertaking but for all it's simplicity, it's rarely easy. I've been told that we learn from our mistakes and that when we stop learning, we stop growing. If this is the case, I've grown a lot in the past few years, enough so that I'm unrelentingly mindful of how much more growing will be necessary in the years to come. Even knowing that, the 45 minutes that I spent this afternoon in a beautiful (albeit borrowed) living room, watching the raindrops on the windows and the tree's dancing in the wind...well all was right with my world for that 45 minutes.
The northern and western facing walls of the living room are floor to ceiling windows that look out across the back yard. From the far right corner of the couch you can see through these windows across the back yard, past the hammock and across the tree tops all the way down the street and into the adjacent state park. It's a rather nice view on sunny days but on rainy days...well it's just perfect for rainy days.
I currently have the pleasure of living in said Gainesville home, both evidence of my parents' generosity and my own privileged little life. Had I begun to doubt the privileged nature of my piddly little life, this afternoon's monsoon-ish thunderstorm occurred just long enough after brunch ended to ensure that I was cozy on the couch from the delightfully ominous darkening of an impending storm, straight through to the drippy, sparkly, sunshiny end.
Life is a pretty simple undertaking but for all it's simplicity, it's rarely easy. I've been told that we learn from our mistakes and that when we stop learning, we stop growing. If this is the case, I've grown a lot in the past few years, enough so that I'm unrelentingly mindful of how much more growing will be necessary in the years to come. Even knowing that, the 45 minutes that I spent this afternoon in a beautiful (albeit borrowed) living room, watching the raindrops on the windows and the tree's dancing in the wind...well all was right with my world for that 45 minutes.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
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