Raindrops. The only sound I hear tonight. They’re quietly falling against the bedroom window and they’re so comforting. I know why I love this time of night. It’s the only time of day that I can really listen to what’s inside of me and let that speak. Tonight I want the comfort because I feel somewhat unsettled… Is that the word I want? I’ve calmed down inside immensely since a couple of weeks ago. Whacko woman went away and my emotions have for the most part, been pretty even-keeled. It never fails to amaze me how things can trigger feelings inside that I didn’t realize were even there. But…it’s all good. I don’t know exactly what I’m feeling tonight. It’s like an emptiness but I’m not sure where it’s stemming from. It’s a sadness too but what’s interesting is that I feel an inner strength with it all this time. I don’t feel it consuming me…it’s just there for now and I accept that. I will share this…I don’t remember if I mentioned I had started taking piano lessons? I taught myself to play but I’ve always wanted to be able to play classical music and also play with much more emotion. One of the pieces I just started working on is Chopin’s Prelude in Db Major which is referred to as the “Raindrop” Prelude because there is a note (A flat) that is repeated continuously and reminded Chopin’s friend of the raindrops falling on the monastery that they were staying at while Chopin composed the prelude. I like to look up information on the pieces to get an idea of what the composer’s intentions were and I found this on “Raindrop”:

“Beginning in D-Flat Major, this piece focuses on inner confliction and the contemplation of the solitary self.”

Ok! Very fitting for me and what a coincidence that after I finish playing tonight I come upstairs to bed only to hear gentle raindrops…

I love you…

Ciao Amici