Ten Things To Do On A Rainy Sunday

  1. Enjoy the opportunity to  snuggle under warm, cozy covers, blissfully alone or with a loved one–guilt free;
  2. Read the Sunday morning newspaper, complete with the time to tackle the puzzle;
  3. Have breakfast, coffee, tea, or whatever, so long as it is in bed;
  4. Eat pancakes or waffles and bacon for dinner on a covered porch with lights twinkling overhead (For just one day, the hell with diets or healthy foods.);
  5. Pull on your rain boots and head outside to revisit your childhood by splashing in every mud puddle in sight;
  6. Turn off your phone(s) for uninterrupted time to read a favorite book;
  7. Take a long hot bubble bath, in candle light, with soft music and a glass of wine;
  8. Play a board game or build anything with scores of Legos (Children not required.);
  9. Listen to the entire NPR Sunday morning line up; and finally,
  10. Take a vacay from social media.

The thing is, your choices are endless. Me? I am going to take a nap.


Creative Writing Saturday


Falling Asleep To The Sound of Rain http://www.8tracks.com

It has been raining all day and I’ve slept for most of it. Before I head back to bed, I thought that I’d post this poem–so appropriate for the day.

Rainy Days Are Sleepy Days

Rainy day, all curled up in bed.
So warm, soft, comfy.
The world is quiet, sometimes silent.
Stopped almost by magic.
The rhythmic sound of rain.
Soothes the mind.
No need to think, to compute.
Just listen, close your eyes.
And the patterns become clear.
Seemingly random yet in a beautiful symphony.
Harmony that can only be understood not thinking.
Just hearing and knowing the renewal,
The refreshing, the cleansing of the world beyond.

Close your eyes,
Breathe in the cool scent of rain.
Hear the lullaby of nature.
Close your eyes,
Understand the melody.
Not thinking but knowing.
And so you sleep….  ~ David Tan


Quote Tuesday

Sunset at Woodbine Beach after a rainstorm. Th...

Sunset at Woodbine Beach after a rainstorm. The sky is two-toned and there is a horizontal gradient in the middle mixing into a soft pastel purple. Taken at Woodbine Beach, Toronto, Canada. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This week, I have two quotes that I hope will speak to you. Enjoy!

“Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.”  ~ Rumi

“The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.”  ~ Gustave Flaubert


Creative Writing Saturday

A European honey bee (Apis mellifera) extracts...

A European honey bee (Apis mellifera) extracts nectar from an Aster flower using its proboscis. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Any Soul That Drank The Nectar

Any soul that drank the nectar of your passion was lifted.
From that water of life he is in a state of elation.
Death came, smelled me, and sensed your fragrance instead.
From then on, death lost all hope of me.  ~ Rumi