I have been waiting so long for a great storm. I just need a storm to come in with its magnificent power. To create the kind of chaos that ends up in a calmness and peace. Insane but when you think of a storm as a form of cleansing, where the loose branches fall, the dead leaves blow away, the strong and sturdy trees remain rooted and standing tall. After the storm and clean up what is left is peaceful and beautiful. A gift of Gratitude left in its wake. Grateful for what was not lost. Grateful for the simplicity of what life has to offer. Grateful that the storm is over and that you survived its furry and came out better for it.
My storm is brewing inside me. Disrupting my concentration, intruding on my thoughts, disturbing my sleep. Its stirring up everywhere I go, creating messes, and kicking up dust.