Sometimes a rainy day is just what you need.  Last night while going to sleep, I could hear the wind blowing hard against my mini house.  It was so peaceful.  When I was in high school, I used to always think that wind like that brought big changes along with it.  It’s as if it blew away the bad so good could fill its place.  I still like to think that might be true.

Do you know what I love most about Christmas week?  The cheesy holiday romantic comedies on TV.  So far I’ve watched The Holiday and Love Actually.  The film The Holiday always reminds me of Italy, as I first watched it on a return flight on the way back from Rome.  My soul was full of Italian memories and food, and I couldn’t have been in a happier place.  Speaking of Italy… I really miss it.  It is one of the few places that I feel a strong connection to and dream about when I’m not there.

Life is so strange, and there are so many different kinds of people and paths along the way.  There are people who step out on their own with confidence, then there are others who are afraid to go against the grain.  There are people who want simple things, then there are others who like to have great variety.  Some thrive on experiences, while others prefer the comfort of routine.  If I’ve learned nothing else this year, it’s that I’m highly adaptable.  Change and experience are very important to me, and I’m good at the unexpected… even if it is bad.  I also love to dream, and hope.  Even if some of the things I dream about never come true, I need to apply my imagination in that way.  I think that’s why writers write, and painters paint.  It takes you to another place or mental plane just for a little while.  It’s a way to escape what may not be so perfect in real life, and it is rarely perfect.

When I was a little girl I always thought that there was a magical realm beyond what we were capable of understanding as human beings.  I always drew these weird space alien families.  I would change their makeup and clothes, make them fall in love, and gave them little planets to live on.  I even drew little space babies.  🙂  I wish I still had some of these drawings… but unfortunately I do not.  But I remember them clear as day in my head.  Maybe I should recreate them sometime, that would be really fun.  I wonder why I felt the need to draw these strange creatures?  I wonder if I felt strange or different myself somehow, and it was a way of identifying with that.  Or… maybe I just liked aliens.  😀  We will never know.