Rain and peace

Exercise in an art therapy course involving a tangerine peel, name tag and two fake feathers

It had been 2 weeks of intense heat. Falling asleep had been even harder than usually. I had tried to program myself to wake up at 5.30 each day, despite the holiday. 2 weeks of sun, barely sleeping, going through trauma healing, doubt and hope, working on my CD with Ambient Music, rehearsing for tonight’s concert not as much as I had planned.

“Woke up to the sound of pouring rain” is the first line from one of my all-time favorite songs, “I…