I occasionally woke up to rain falling; falling on a new house in a new situation. The sound of rain at night is soothing for me, even when it was a constant while living on the Oregon Coast. Devices are made to create "white noise"----replicating the nighttime sounds of rain---- but the real thing is so much better.
I spent most of last year determining what was real and what wasn't real in my life. Much of what I thought was real (marriage, fidelity, truth) wasn't. But in between the cracks of the obvious were more subtle bits of reality----that life offers up opportunity if we're open to it and willing to learn from, and then let go of, the past.
And so, eventually, I was open to a new relationship when I met someone kind and willing to be patient with me and what I have gone through----my kids, too. Someone real. I now live with him in a wonderful house with lots of potential for family memories and love. As with any change, there are trials and transitional phases and they are expected--- the real work. But in the end, I believe we will all find our places and each of our lives will be fuller from this opportunity.
Until then, I'll listen to the rain and its fleeting presence in this part of the world---a reminder of nature's ability to sooth.