Melancholy.Is it just the rain?
Cloudy, overcast.
This emotion is deeper, broader, fuller than sadness. There is a descant floating along above the low harmonies resonating in my spirit.
My house is cozy. I love the solitude. There's artwork scattered around in various stages of completion. Creativity only partially finished.
Melancholy. It's a beautiful place to be. I am content with this quiet. Enjoying simple things like coffee from a friend, a hug from a student, the new green of the leaves.
Melancholy comes easily on rainy days.
Hot tea. Cozy blanket. A book with beautiful pictures.
Melancholy is a wide space that opens up in my heart allowing the spiritual an entrance.
Awe. Stillness. When I allow it, melancholy is cleansing.
It is being content in who I am, where I am, what I am.
It is being open to change. It is listening. It is looking beyond the surface.
Some days it rains.
2 comments:
These words are so rich... so you... these rainy days are good for you - for your spirit - for you to lay down and let the rain wash over you. I love it when you write... and when you get wet. I am there with you catching the rain drops - even if only in my mind.
mmmm, lovely, I know what you mean
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