Nov 4, 2011

no rain // no rainbows.

 //scene one//
{curtain rises. girl enters from stage right [[audience's left]], rushing to the stage left window}.


>>  as I type, grey clouds huddle together. their own heads like grey umbrellas waiting for the downpour. the sky bends low. dark and looming they quiver in the icy wind.

>> between storms sun rays dance only but for a moment. the wind shakes the glass pane beside me. the spicy pines bend in reverence of the strong gusts. 



>> a torrent of drops cascade from the heavens. I curl up onto my quilted bed beside a purring cat embracing the scene. how small i feel as the drops dances before my eyes. outside my window.  


>> the sun shines through. the drops glimmer like diamonds. softly the rain begins again. how quickly then it begins to fall! 

>> low! it stops. silence overtakes. not a quiver nor a drop. beyond in the distance a pale speck of blue peeps through. stark contrast against the sober grey. sun once again makes her presence, more vibrant than before. clouds once again attempt to end her stream of gold.

>> again she falls! softly, gently she falls. kissing everything in her path, cleansing every tree, blade of grass, rooftop, road, and flower. a feeling of excitement bubbles within my heart as I watch Him wash the world.  

>> oh, rain! how I love your sound! your soft patter on cat's feet upon the roof. the gentle *ping* *tink* of your drops upon metal. like a perfectly harmonized symphony you fall. 

>> oh, rain! how I love your scent! the sweet dew upon the spicy pine. upon the broken street. upon the newly sprung grass. a world cleansed and brand new. if I could preserve your scent, spring I would name it. heavenly spring indeed.  

>> a chill hangs in the air. mama calls me away from the window and I must bid your the brilliant spectacle taking place outside my window, my very own window, a "fair thee well." the sun triumphantly conquers the clouds, reflecting ones as pure white as cotton. and I glance longingly out the window, whispering to myself before shutting the door, "come again rain! come again soon." 
{girl exits from stage right, closing door. curtain closes} 

// end of scene // 


| i like the smell. i like the sound. i like the breeze howling as it pours. i like to see the way the drops swirl and dance in sheets, creating a veil of beauty. i <3 rain. i not only like the mere sight of it, but what it symbolizes as well. 

have you ever noticed how radiant the sun shines after a dark storm? how so much more beautifully it looks to your eyes then when the storm first began? that is because we appreciate the sunshine more. so goes the troubles in this life. 


life is going to be filled with tears. whether of joy or sorrow they are going to fall. there are going to be days filled with turbulent drops of rain, and clouds blocking out the sunshine. there are going to be sheets of rain pouring down on you, and you will think you have lost sight of the light. and then, just when hope is lost the sun beams down more radiantly than before, revealing a band of vibrant colors against a bluer sky, and you are at peace. 

for without rain we would not grow. and without raindrops there would be no brilliant rainbows in this life.   

sealed with love from a girl enjoying the rain,
Grace     

postscript :: yes, miss johanna wrote a post on the rain as well before me this morning, but I promise that these writings are my own ideas. we both have been experiencing huge storms {mine has subsided} of rain on the west coast, and we both love the blessing of rain that it brings. then again, I suppose great minds think alike? :)
{pictures via pinterest}

Nov 2, 2011

a simply old-fashion heart.

i dream of an era filled with elegance and all sorts of  whimsiness filled with...

porcelain tea cups adorning a silver tray...

                                           
lacy gloves and straw hats tied with ribbons...

lavender silk ball gown with mother-of-pearl buttons...                                                                                                               



lace dripping down a gown made of blue...     


pearls and feminine trinkets that tell stories of the past...

                  
handkerchiefs hand-embroidered with silk ribbon and french knots...   



letters in calligraphy script, the scent of lavender and roses sticking to the aged parchment... 


garden parties being hosted below a canopy of spring blossoms...


cream colored collars...



trinkets, letters, and objects hold secrets and tell of the fascinating lifestyle of the past. young ladies just like you and I who dreamed the same dreams, love the same feminine objects, aspired to be the best they could be.
 whenever I step into a small antique shop, my heart sighs aloud as I gingerly finger the little trinkets that have survived the past. each holds a secret. each tells a story. 

do you stop to listen? 

with sincere love,
a simply old-fashioned heart. 

{all photographs via pinterest}


Nov 1, 2011

november's simple life.

november, dear thing, can it truly be you?
why just a minute --or was it a month? -- ago october was visiting me too!
november, dear thing, I love you very much,
your vibrant color pallet, the smell of cloves, and and the sound of the fallen leave's crunch!
november, dear thing, thanksgiving is in the air,
with warm pumpkins pies oh-so-fair!
november, dear thing, how bare the trees look now, whence you come to a close,
then decembe settles in which I perhaps, love the most!

november, darling thing, come and stay,
by the fireside while the giggling leaves play,
november, must you go so soon? why, stay for tea,
but november {dear thing} whispered to me,
"winter must come to be."
{written by grace 2011}



>> n o v e m b e r. dear thing. autumn's letter to bid the world farewell. one beautiful month of autumn since passed. the new word "november" lays atop the calendar.  the joyous autumn celebrations of october settle down in preparation of a more cozy holiday -- nay -- tradition for that is what it has been for generations. 
>> t h a n k s g i v i n g.a time dedicated to gathering together with family from near and far over a filling meal, reminiscing past memories and traditions as well as creating new ones.


>> w i n d. the wind swirls about the world outside my window. leaves tumble from the sky down like rain and flit about down the worn street below the rustling pines. the faint clink of chimes in the distance floats in the air mixed with the birds' sweet warble. 


>> h o m e w o r k. homework, now a common sight, stand on my desk. once crisp books now stand with ware as a new quarter ends and another begins. day after day, notebooks are filled with lines of scribbles. spanish. biology. algebra. literature. grammar. history. the titles glare at me and I reluctantly accept them. but oh, how I shan't miss them during christmastime holiday! :) 

>>c r a f t s. my trinkets that rest upon my wardrobe and desk are soon to be cleared away in preparation for the rush of christmastime sewing, knitting, and wrapping of gifts. {if you couldn't tell already, i <3 christmas. like a lot. :)}

>> n o v e m b e r. autumn's last "farewell," and winter's first "hullo." won't you come and stay?

xoxo,
Grace
{{images via pinterest}}