"Dancing in the Rain"

I have always loved the Rain.

Mother told me I had my days and nights confused as a baby, and she took me for a walk when I was impossibly fussy, even in the Rain. Perhaps my love for Rain began then.

As a child, I had no friends. I had school mates, and we played at school. But no one ever came to the "Haunted House" to play. There were so many secrets, and chaos ruled the "House".

My few memories are of loneliness, fear, a sense of betrayal and feelings of sadness. I had no imagination. As I look back at that time, I believe I stayed in a dissociative state much of the time.

When it rained, I lay on the top back of the sofa, looking out the window, watching and waiting, for what, I do not know. The rain soothed me. The rain held me in it's arms and I felt safe. Rain became my true reality.

Sarah~~~

Dance in the Rain!

"The truth about our childhood is stored up in our body and although we repress it, we can never alter it. Our intellect can be deceived, our feelings manipulated. our perceptions confused and our body tricked with medication. But someday the body will present its bill, for it is as incorruptible as a child who, still whole in spirit, will accept no compromises or excuses, and it will not stop tormenting us until we stop evading the truth".