Moon & Monsoon

Why, hello there!

Remember me?

It's summer in the desert and there is all sorts of action going on.

Thunder, lightning, lizards, puddles, fuzzy hair, pink skies and dream clouds!

It's monsoon season in the dry desert.

The earth is gulping rain and we are so glad to be getting a lot of it in the last 2 days.

4 inches just in one day, it was simply crazy wonderful.

But before that, there was the last moon that shone so bright I could hardly believe it.

The clouds slowly moved in.

Oh summer clouds…

Beautiful, incredible things.

The drama of monsoon season in the land of dry earth is just, beyond words.

I chase lizards around admiring their ombre bellies and incredible colors.

I told him he was wearing my favorite shade of teal and he looked at me, and slightly smiled.

It was a Mona Lisa smile really, but I'll take what I can get 🙂

We huddle on the porch in evening storms.

The hatter on guitar, me thinking up lyrics.

But my spoiled children just want to go inside and sit in front of the a/c.

I guess humidity and fur don't mix.

The other day I was running when it started to rain.

I thought, I'll jump on my trampoline a little bit.

Listening to good music, jumping in the rain.

This was my exact view and then the sky turned super dark and I got hailed on.

It was glorious, amazing really.

I just laughed out loud to myself jumping in the rain and hail.

Soaked to the bone.

What a great morning.

It rained soooo much the washes were pouring over.

I was on my way to meet a dear friend and had to roll up my pants and take off my shoes to lock the gate because the street was a deep river.  It was so wonderfully dramatic. My hair didn't appreciate it at all, but my heart did.

So fun!

Water droplets everywhere.

The desert is turning so green and slowly everyone who was getting torched in 115' endless days, is coming back to life

We start to see dahlias and roses again.

The gophers are trying to gobble up all my plants (at the root) so I've been dragging the troughs in the vegetable garden to the front flower garden to try to save them.

I'm loving above ground planting, it makes everything easier.

Filling the trough with 150 heaping shovel fulls of dirt was not fun, but I knew the outcome would be great.

So I forged on.

Well, it really wasn't that bad at all actually.

I even tossed some seeds in and they sprouted 2, yes 2, days later.

My boys and I set out to see what we can see each morning.

Miles is on alert.

Matty follows quietly.

With his beautiful pondering eyes.

You can see where the waves of water filled our parcel of earth below.

It was fabulous

Although I think my bathroom might spring a leak, darn!

I don't mind.

Anything for rain.

Like jewels on petals at 6 a.m.

I am loving these days so much.

I've been journaling a lot.

And even doodle journaling which is so much fun.

I love chatting with people.

We are all so different and yet so alike.

I incorporate messages and thoughts in to my little doodle journals, of all the things that swirl in my mind from thoughts and conversations.

About the importance of allowing oneself to feel.

We should allow ourselves to feel our feelings.

Not be afraid to feel.

Sometimes we need a hearty laugh.

Sometimes we need a hearty cry.

Whatever it is.

It's okay to feel.

In fact, it's darn good to feel.

Actually, we need to feel so we don't go bonkers.

Instead of fighting feelings, we accept the feelings we feel, and in turn we feel better.

Isn't it funny how that works?

I was sooooo much better at allowing myself to be sad or throw tantrums (at home of course) when I was younger.

As I get older I feel like, I reign myself in more.

I say, get over it, to myself.

I have to remind myself to feel and purge.

It's so healthy to do that.

And it's healthy to sing and dance and jump on your trampoline in crazy weather.

It's healthy to allow your feelings and heart to be free.

Imagine that?

Accept your feelings.

Say, hey it's ok to feel any way I want.

I read an article where a guy talked about how everyone thinks he's really tough and brave.

But that he knows he's weak and fearful and in turn that makes him stronger.

Isn't that neat?

So, the next time you are driving down the road, and a song comes on and makes you get that lump in your throat and you shove it down, why not have a good cry instead?

My dad says, everyday you should laugh and cry.

Feel it all.

I cry sometimes when I look at my dogs' faces.

Oh how I love them.

I laugh madly chatting and having lunch with my friend for 5 hours.

I smile at the beautiful weather that gifts rainbows.

A little of this, a little of that…

Makes for a healthy heart and mind, right?

That's part of the human experience.

Why block it out?

In the words of Bruno Mars…

Don't fight the feeling, invite the feeling!!

 

Haha!

 

There's my two cents for your Friday!

Lots of love, 

Vanessa