Storm coming over a local community church
The storm was as violent as my thoughts. Thunder cracked against the house with a shotgun blast. Hail pelted the roof and bounced out of the gutters like popcorn, as the Hogbacks vanished in the torrent of rain. A house darkens as bleak as the mind that is filled with rebellion. Is there no bottom to this work? How many layers of darkness can one body hold? The lightning flashes through the windows, as the Universe replies. The storm just as quickly shifts direction and rain pummels the windows as I let loose my reply. Whose violence will last longer, I wonder?
There is nothing fresher than the atmosphere after a thunderstorm. All that ionization makes the air crisp and clean, no matter the temps. Is it possible if we hold nothing in – we let it all go as sheets of rain, that we, too, become crisp and clean? If we hold onto nothing are we washed clean by the storm, as well?
All storms run out and exhaustion consumes as surely as the east wind moves the thunder heads out. Finally, sunset peaks through casting light on my hands that now lay open in my lap.
Meditation Travelogue 
Love this! The imagery and the words…… beautiful….
Thank you. You are a love for stopping in.
Beautiful
Thank you, my friend.
Yes, I believe nature is a great, brilliant metaphor for living. The storms run on extreme frequencies of energy. Just like our body and mind in turmoil.
So true. I think Thoreau said nature is the great healer. Makes me sad we allow so much urban sprawl when most of us would benefit from a beautiful field next door.
Beautiful telling of the storm.
Blessings, my friend.
Your words created such wonderful pictures and visceral feeling of the storm. I especially liked our being washed clean after a storm. Fresh and ready to conquer the world of our inner selves and the outer expression.
Thanks, my dear. So delighted it resonated with you.
Such wonderful drama even more beautifull in BW
Ahhh I love this one so much!
“How many layers of darkness can one body hold? The lightning flashes through the windows, as the Universe replies”…
Oh those beautiful words, dear Noelle…. How great that you could be able to find inspiration among and… despite the storm! 😛
Thanks for sharing and all my best wishes. Aquileana ⭐
Isn’t this why the Greeks created myths? To explain their Universe and all that wildness that was in it?
Indeed…. Well stated, dear Noelle! 😀
I enjoy thunderstorms, nice piece Noelle. I think they make fantastic soundtracks for sleep machines too.
When someone asks me how to get started meditating I always suggest they start with just five minutes listening to rain or thunderstorms from YouTube videos. There is something about that sound that instantly relaxes and soothes us.