clean.

clean.

rinsed.

washed.

fresh.

i haven't felt good upon my arrival home in the states...

mostly cuddled up beside my fan

and avoiding the steamy heat of outside.

today i have felt significantly better.

maybe because of the rain.

a rhythmic cooling.

a simple trip down the hill to check the mail...

and i got caught in the rain.

it was more like a fine misting.

my clothes didn't even seem wet.
a sticky, feather-light, refreshing rain

piercing the invisible heat.

and i was reminded of sunday morning

during the worship set.

when the tears just fell.

i consciously didn't try to stop them.

i let them roll and hang on my cheek.

their warm and salty presence did wonders for my soul.

and i wasn't embarrassed.

even though i felt the mascara

might tell on me.

i was encouraged

and hoped others would know.

tears of bottomless happiness

&

unbridled love

&

unimaginable sacrifice

&

deep personal regret.

changing tears.

revitalizing rain.

forgiveness.

renewal.

recovery.

wet.

clean.

mr. & mrs. smith

aye carumba!

it's been too long.
you would have thought i had forgotten how to type!

it has been a whirlwind month...
trip to the lake
followed by a week of camp
followed by a week long silver smithing class
followed by 10 days in south america
followed by a cold?
whew!

back in july we were graciously invited on a relaxing trip
to a lake in SC courtesy of our dear friends...
our newly married dear friends...
(did i mention it was their honeymoon?!)

that's right ladies n' gents-
we will crash your honeymoon if you so desire!

it was a much needed, low key, breezy,
partly sunny, partly warm stormy,
friend-filled kind of trip...
including a pair of gossipy gal pal duckettes,
a perfectly located hammock, painted skies,
minimal time away from the lake house,
the tiniest frogs i ever did see, hearty rain drops,
tasseled hair, tubing...
and love.

always love.