as a pluviophile, I love rain. period. however, there is something intangible about rain hitting a window that’s sublime. had to share this poem!
Originally posted on Der Erzahler's Musings:
Light rain, falling on the windowsill,
Soft taps on the glass, gently hitting it
Beading, running slowly down the pane, pooling…
It reminds me of you.
Like the rain, you fell upon me lightly
Brushed against me, tapping lightly on my heart
Your words beading up, running over my body
Until I let them in, where they flowed
Pooling into my heart.
© Der Erzahler (lb)
i’m not a fan of medication, it’s the control freak in me but it really does suck to be allergic to anesthesia and the subsequent anti-nausea meds that only make matters worse. of course, as I’ve gotten older, my inner ear issues and motion sickness has only gotten more sensitive if you will. I can’t even get on a plane without having to take Dramamine at least an hour before boarding. overseas flights are a bugger and when I fly to Australia and New Zealand early next year I’m dreading the almost 24-hours travel time, most of it in the air…
I digress, as usual. Yesterday’s surgery went as expected. I think. Because I get so violently ill in the recovery process, my post surgery “conversation” with the docs is always scheduled a few days later. after the nausea and spinning stops. this time though, I finally acquiesced and filled the prescription for mild non addictive pain medication. in the hopes i can sleep as my friend, Insomnia, has been on an extended visit. the problem with any medication for me, especially those that alter my mind or leave me feeling out of control; is that I am compelled to write, communicate, reach out. basically word vomit with very little filters. I cry a lot too.
a favorite “mood” song for me is by joan armatrading “weakness in me” I remember hearing it years ago buried in the sound track of a movie. in looking for more of her music, I stumbled upon “love by you”
i’ll leave you with it then.
As I’ve mentioned in past posts, I’m definitely of a certain age :) as in didn’t grow up in the age if computing, MTV launched whilst I was in high school, mobile phones weren’t existent as we know them today, there weren’t “faux” celebrities or even reality tv. Well there was National Geographic and shows on PBS here in the States.
Even before I discovered the joys of riding a bike without a helmet or organized sports, the library was my favorite place of entertainment. Anyone remember encyclopedia’s and when they were updated every 18-months? That’s how you learned about everything, different countries, plants whatever. The hardbound volumes of books now replaced by Wikipedia and the Dewey Decimal system now algorithms embedded in Bing or Google or whatever search engine.
All of this flashed through my mind when I got word that Miss Marple, passed away yesterday. While I’ve been a voracious reader for as long as I can remember, Miss Marple; she, she is the librarian that I hold all others in comparison to. I first met her when I was in kindergarten and she was the beautiful, young librarian of my (first) elementary school. She was captivating and she loved teaching us kids about books and the dewey decimal system. She introduced me to Mrs. Piggle Wiggle when she discovered I could read at a higher level as a 5-year old. When she handed me my first library card, typed and very “official” I placed it in my pee chee with great reverence. Even though we moved away a few years later, whenever we were in the old neighborhood visiting, we’d stop at the library (back then the school library was also the community library so it was open most days and later than school was in session) and she would greet me as if I were an old friend. Showing me new authors or introducing genres as I was ready.
In high school, once I had my own car I would find myself driving to her library every so often for a visit. It was then I realized that when I first met her, she was literally 4-months out of college and three weeks into her first job. Her youthful enthusiasm was genuine and her love of reading and books ran deep. She had a way of imparting that love and passion to countless minds, young and old alike.
While I was sad to learn of her passing, I couldn’t help but smile when it was shared that she passed away while reading in her favorite chair; a stack of books in various states of being read on the table beside her with post-it notes stuck to them with notes on who to recommend a book to or why it would be a good book for the library. So much like her. But what made me giggle was her son saying that in her reading room were several, unopened kindle’s and nooks on the shelves. well meaning gifts from patrons that thought she should get onboard the whole e-reader wagon. what a rebel she was.
rest in peace miss m. godspeed…