We've been hearing about it in the news for about a week now. A big storm is coming. Prepare for several inches of snow on the valley floor. More in the mountains.
I can feel the storm coming. The warning signs are there. It starts out slow. I feel a few raindrops on my face. The wind begins to pick up ruffling my hair. Not enough to disturb me too much but enough that I notice. I carry on hoping. Wishing that the storm will somehow pass me by. I know it won't....... but I still hold onto a thread that somehow if I lay down and rest in the grass with a blanket over me the storm will change direction and miss me.
The rain comes down faster, harder turning into hail that beats upon my back. I can't get up, the wind pushing against me so fiercely. It is too strong, this storm. I am too weak. I can not fight it. I wait out the storm. My instinct is to close my eyes tight and curl up into a ball. I don't. During a storm is when you can see magical things happen. Those of the fairy and woodland world come out. I see them flitting about mending things, placing warm things against my aching back, brushing/kissing my cheek as their wings flutter past me. Feeding me both body and soul.
|Spring always comes after the cold of winter.|
The storm begins to wane. I am able to lift my head off of the ground and look around. As the sun comes out the warmth permeates and flows through my body giving me strength. I stand up and look around. The color is so much brighter, the world around me so much cleaner, the air I breath deeply into my lungs crisp. The rainbow above me a promise from a Father that there will never be a flood again. Storms come and go in our lives but we will never be given more than we can handle............