It rained last night. It poured. Good. My little garden needs it. I’ve inherited this garden for a year. The last owner clearly loved poppies. There is a forest of them!! (I wonder if I can harvest some opium!!).
I couldn’t face going out for my cycle ride, the prospect of getting drenched just didn’t appeal somehow. So I sat writing out my small piece on Dominique Strauss – Klein for my French homework (bad enough to think of something in English – very tough in French) and I listened to the rain.
Sunday evenings are often difficult. The end of a weekend, that moment when people should be cuddling up to the one they love and enjoying each other’s company – whatever that brings or means.
I re-read my flip-chart sheets, strewn as they were over my kitchen floor. I re-read Stephen’s post on What is Love Really and I exchanged emails with him (he does give very good between-session support) on how I was feeling and whether – finally – I’m understanding it all. I think I am.
But what happens now?
I listened to the rain.
I had a pampering bath – in candle-light – and gave myself a much-needed pedicure!
I listened to the rain. And finally, in the end, I found it soothing and comforting.
Finally I fell asleep.
And by the way I’m feeling much more cheerful today!!! Let’s face it Sunday Evenings are just S**T!!