Our bodies and our art want to thrive and they are looking for material in which to do so. It’s just like eating clean food. Over time, it’s what the body prefers and we stop thinking about Cheetos. Sometimes. Unless, of course, you have a southern mama who stocks her pantry with such and you binge once a month or so. But as mama says, everything belongs in moderation. .
The sound and smell of rain is wrapped around my sense of home and waist harness, and my dad loved the rain more than most things. I remember him sitting out on the porch on Fieldbrook Court during a rainstorm when I was small. These storms in Alabama were the kind that shook the rafters and struck thunder so loud it popped from deep underneath.