"When you come out of the storm, you won't be the same person
who walked in. That's what this storm's all about."
Haruki Murakami
Thunderous clouds are swiftly skimming the sky. They seem so close to the ground, but the severe wind distracts me. Night will be falling soon, I worry, as the rain goes sideways. I watch the lightening strike and plainly hear the crack hit a large wooden fence as it is flattened to the ground.
The power goes out enhancing the stored fears that I have been harboring for weeks. Such a helplessness to watch Mother Nature wreak gushing waters and devastating winds. Holding my lighted candle, the flame dances for my attention.
As I sit in my favorite chair, wrapping my quilt around me, I am painfully aware of having no control over any part of life. I turn my heart to those who are acting beyond my comprehension, praying for compassion towards them. My need to have some layer of understanding is let go, and I simply acquiesce to detach through prayer.
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