The winds and hail have devastated our neighborhood. Even worse are those neighborhoods just to the north of us. And still, it is the earth’s way of cleansing herself. She is reminding us of the power she holds, and it is beautiful rather than intimidating. I am connected.
I wish I could capture the brilliance of her sound. Of her growth and the dark, wet greens that fill my soul with peace and pleasure. Chimes dangling their twinkling charms from porches and leaves shhhhhh’ing while she rumbles. Drops chatter as they dance onto the pavement. She is magnificent.
You must sift your way through a valley of “no’s” before you find the exact and perfect opportunity to hear that single, reverberating “yes.” And when you hear it, the contrast will sound like a gong, echoing through the lands. And it is then that you will know that without fail you have finally reached your destination with patience and grace, attributed with persistence. And it _will_ be worth your while.
