The howling wind envelopes me
The Goddess of the Storm smuggles me away, and
I have no choice but to surrender to her whims
It soon becomes apparent, as we soar through time and space, that she means me no harm
She takes me on a journey; a great adventure
To the four corners of my imagination
For what seems like eons, we explore the timeless wilderness of unlimited possibilities. Until…
Dearest Goddess, please don’t subside now
I don’t want to go back
I don’t want to leave plots unhatched, ideas unrealised
As she fades away in the distance
Taking her place in the annals of my memory
I sit here, my creative juices stunted
Wondering what might have been
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Beautiful Storm – A Short Story
I recently went on a short trip to Falmouth in Cornwall; a truly beautiful part of the world. It just happened to coincide with the UK being battered by some ferocious storms. Indeed, it was the weather in Falmouth that inspired me to write this little story. As the days passed however, I learned that the rain in some areas had been so relentless, that homes and businesses had been flooded and people were in despair. There was also some loss of life due to falling trees. With all this in mind, I had second thoughts about posting this blog. However, after giving it careful consideration, I’ve decided to go ahead and post because everything has context, and I believe that the people who read my work will understand this and will also understand the context in which this post is written…so here goes…
Yesterday you were so calm and beautiful; you reflected the sun’s rays with such grace and elegance. But today you are angry, in fact, I’ve never seen you so angry. Along with your partners in crime, the wind and the rain, you have battered and lashed the coastline with such venom. What are you trying to tell us? Why do you protest?
The sea replied…
Beauty lives everywhere! The problem lies not with the elements. The problem lies with the human trait of judging everything as being good or bad. Until humans learn to see things exactly as they are, instead of being favourable or unfavourable, your species will continue to suffer.
So, look again my human friend, and gaze upon the most beautiful of storms.
Dearest Storm
Dearest storm
From the comfort of my room
I hear you raging
I hear you howling like a lover scorned
Such is the beauty of this great paradox
We call life, that
Your anger brings me the most wonderful peace
Your protestations sooth me and heal me
And I,
Just a single droplet in the ocean of creation
Am completely helpless
In relieving your pain
I cannot heal you, as you heal me
I can but feel eternal gratitude
For your love
Unconditional
Photo by Maria Orlova: https://www.pexels.com/photo/powerful-wavy-ocean-washing-picturesque-coast-with-trees-4946544/







