My evergreen-favorite Neil Sedaka song. I was in high school when I distinctly remember instantly falling in love with this song. 💕 Back then, I played CDs whenever I was up and alone in the wee hours of the morning reviewing for quizzes and exams. There was one mix (pirated 🤫) CD of sentimental love songs I always included on rotation, and Laughter in the Rain was one of the songs in it I constantly back-tracked to. I don’t know how else to explain it, but it gave me the “romantic chills” and never failed to make me smile whenever I heard it. And yeah, that was probably why that CD got scratched after just a few runs. 🤔😅
Anyway, that pirated mix CD is long gone now, but my love for this song is here to stay. Ever the romantic, yes, I still get the chills when this is on. And a tickled pink smile that instantly lights up the room. 🤩
From one of my writer inspirations on IG, Amie McNee. ~
My mantra especially on days when my mother tells me I should get paid for having a poem published in a literary journal or when my juvenile essay was picked in an international writing contest and published in an anthology. And I try my very best to keep my cool (and my fiery temper at bay) whenever I try to explain why I don’t get paid for those. Reality is, I don’t always get paid for writing (that’s what day jobs and sidelines are for). And not every thing I write will be fit for public consumption. Heck, an iceberg-chunk of some things I wrote still make me go, “Wtf, these shouldn’t even see the light of day!” But what some people don’t get is that I’m not in this for the rare possibility of being suddenly catapulted into the spotlight out of obscurity (not a spotlight hogger), or living off on royalties (good luck on that 😉😉). I count myself lucky I got something published in print and got acknowledgement letters for some pieces I submitted than nothing at all. But even without recognition, I will still write. For myself. For love, for life, for personal growth. I write because it’s my calling. It’s what my soul is drawn to do, to be, to share with the world or a handful of precious loves. And when it’s something your soul calls out for you to do–whatever it is, getting paid for it is a welcome bonus, like that longed-for slice of decadent cake at the end of a meal, or the extra yummy drizzle of caramel or chocolate sauce on your sundae. 💖
First heard this song from the indie movie, Juno, which was the first time I saw Ellen Page in a movie and started having a crush on her. 🌈 Anyway, for me this song feels like a romantic lullaby for a precious person. 💗
It’s short, simple, and sweet. I love listening to it with my earphones in and the volume cranked full. Melts my heart in the entire space of the song. 😊
We’re onto the third quarter of the year already. A lot has happened since last year. I lost a few people but gained a lot of kindred spirits. Not new friends to replace what’s lost, but souls I connect and vibe with. Beautiful, honest, imperfect people who teach me to be kinder and more generous of spirit. Who teach me that it’s okay to be me (softly sassy, quirky Lea and all) and to be more open to possibilities. And I don’t know how it’s possible, but I feel like my world is expanding every day. 😊
I’m also trying to be more honest with myself. And honestly, all I ever want to do is to write, to create, to build a home, to love unconditionally. All these things I’m not just good at, but passionate about. That light me up inside whenever I do them. It would be nice to have someone to share this with. I don’t know if I’m ever truly ready but yes I want this kind of bliss too. And I’ve been thinking more about this lately than before. It would be nice to not be afraid to love and be loved. It would be nice just to hold someone’s hand and share the happiness brimming from within you to your precious person. I’d love to do that someday.
I had a dream. I was reading my poems to you, my face hidden by my leather bound notebook. You were loving me and the sanctity of the moment. You couldn’t seem to keep your eyes away from the light haloing my flushed face. I have never felt more innocent and bold at the same time. I wanted to cup your cheeks with my hands and just gaze into your eyes all night. But you needed to hear my voice. So, I read my poems to you one by one and filled our room with whispers of love and longing, of beauty and hope, of passion and honesty. We both claimed something that was ours and sailed away on calm silken seas, ready to brave tempests together…never to feel lost and alone again. ❤
Ed. July 2, 2019 | Originally written: What now feels like a lifetime ago
An OPM classic I recently discovered. Sure, I’ve heard this song on the radio since I was a kid, but I’m only appreciating it now. I could listen to this all day because it instantly lifts me up and makes me happy. It’s one of my go-to pick-me-up songs.
Laguna is a place, but for me in this song, it’s more of a state of being. This song pulls me into the more philosophical and spiritual interpretation. Laguna being a state of spiritual enlightenment–when you’ve transcended the 3D plane, or at least, set it aside for a while to just enjoy the moment without getting stuck in the trappings of daily living that involves routines, responsibilities, chores, work, and bills. It doesn’t even matter where you are at the moment–you can be in a secluded shady spot by the beach, or in the midst of your quiet time alone in your own room. What matters is that you get to that place where there is peace and you feel connected to the Universe–one with everything around you. Then you get to rejuvenate and realign yourself so that when you’re finally ready to go back to the physical world again, you feel stronger–a better version of yourself who’s ready to face anything life throws at you.