One of my favorite memories is of my grandparents old house in menifee , they had a very high ceiling, I loved spending the night at their house when it was raining, the sound of the rain tapping against anything it hit was unforgettable, the house with its fresh earthy coldness, the peace you found in the sounds of the storm; wind smashing through trees and thunder echoing in the field out back. Whenever I feel like i am losing myself, I go back to that to that living room; on the pull out bed, watching light crack through the room, to me it was like the music of the earth, natures song. It created a feeling of finding the calm in the chaos. it was my way of learning how to see all the good in all that is bad.
Posted on: Tue, 18 Jun 2013 05:34:51 +0000
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