Rain Reflections

This will be my last post for a while. Embarrassingly, I have started a fanfiction account, and posted my first story last week. Fanfiction has a horrible reputation for being a site hosting some of the worst works of fiction known to man. Hey, they even took me, so I guess that is proof of their lack of taste. As I see it, the site provides me with an opportunity to hone my writing style, and to put get it out to a broad audience to view and comment on it. In the first three days since my story post, more than 400 people read it. There is nothing like receiving favorable comments and having people subscribe to your story. I have to follow up on that work now. I am going to spend the time I would normally spend blogging on writing and editing my work. I hope to raise its credibility and increase its viewership.

Another distraction from blogging is that I have started journaling again. I feel sometimes we document our lives too much and some thoughts should remain private. Life is good, so don't expect many updates from me, and wish me luck in finding a spot amongst all of the mediocre writing out there.

My last post before I go on hiatus is about rainy days. For the past couple of days, Los Angeles has been receiving rain. I enjoy watching raindrops paint the window panes of my house. They dot the windows and when they get too heavy, they run down the sheets in unpredictable patterns. The pitter patter gives a soothing beat to listen to. Outside, the plants take on a darker hue making themselves look more alive than usual. Life slows down to enjoy the phenomenon of life-giving water falling from the sky.

For me, I find a strong connection with rainy days. Whenever I view a rainy day, I feel like I've lived the moment before. In my mind's eye, I picture a cottage home. It's a one room house heated by a brick fire place. I look up and I notice the roof had beams running across it, and I can see the shingle pattern. I have windows in the walls. The windows are partitioned into four smaller panes. The windows even have shutters. Looking out the window, I see I have a splendid garden, which has that tame but slightly overgrown feel to it. The hedge rises to about waist height, but the plant that catches my eye is this tiny purple flower. The purple flower is button-sized with a black center. It's a rich hue of purple. Somehow, I inherently know there is nobody around for miles. In my mind's eye, in this setting, I watch the rain fall and am at peace with the world. I don't know where this image comes from whether it be from a vivid reading I received as a kid, a portrait I viewed or perhaps a past life. Do you ever have moments in life where they seem familiar to you? I receive similar feelings when I'm in the desert. A meditative calm settles on me, and I feel at home. The feeling is too familiar for a place I only see maybe once a year. These moments have to be from past lives. I do not believe God intended us to learn everything we had to in one lifetime, rather he keeps sending us back until we have learned our lesson. What are your thoughts on past lives and what moments have familiar feelings for you? I thought I would give you something to reflect upon in my absence. I hope all is well with you guys, and I'll see you around.