Rainy Days

If they say change is as good as a holiday, then I was desperate for change. 

The cooler weather and heavy rain pushed me deep into a welcomed space of reflection,  and allowed me time within to see what was really needed in my world.

Change.

It was time to move things, internally, externally, exponentially.

I believe the inside and the outside should be moved together for profound reform, and with open arms and an open heart I created movement, and more importantly I was open to it. 

With a soft environment of blankets, snuggles, and babies, I moved furniture, belongings, unused goods, and old memories. 

 My washing dripped outside, my open windows embraced the rain, and my leaking roof channelled the cleansing water on to my lounge room floor.

I moved furniture, made space for aspects of my life to breathe, and had new furniture come in to my lounge room. 

 I peered out doors, pondered the world around me, and imagined the world before me.

Rainy days. Solace for the soul.

Much Love