"If I knew all the words, I would write myself out of here." MRAZ

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

the coming storm

The air has been heavy all day- pregnant heavy. The sunset sky took on that pre-ominous hue of blue-gray that belies the impending doom of a dangerous storm. And slowly, as night overtook the day, the danger of dark is accentuated by the forking-bursts of silver-purple lightening. The flashes are eventually accompanied by the booming sounds of cracking thunder as the sky surges into a full-blown storm.

And, I can't help but think how this example of nature can layover my life as a transparency of my current events.

The summer has been a continual series of unfortunate events, each one a little more costly than the last - and I've been trying to ride them out- safely, cautiously- like a buoy out at sea. And as I brace for each wave, I hope that there will be a break in the tremendously growing swells, but find that there is only time to breathe, to catch my breath and brace for the next hit. And now, the bracing comes within the impact of the next bit of drama. And I wonder, at what point will I lose the endurance to brace-for-it and be required to ride through the pressure completely unprepared, naked to all the elements of negativity...and I will pass to the other side intact?

And amidst all this, I remember that storms eventually pass. The sun shines again. And I can make it through until then- to pick up the bits, if there are any, or just to brush off the whole of me and keep dancing.

1 comment:

Rachel said...

You're an excellent writer. It's an art to finding that ever-so-delicate balance between tasteful personification of the elements and paragraph embellishment overload. I'm happy to say that after reading your latest post (only, I'm afraid) I think you are well and safely poised between the two.

It's been said that pain and struggle is God's megaphone- instruments used to get our attention. After comparing mental notes with your post and my own experiences, I'd say that's exactly what's going on. I'm not suggesting that you run to the nearest pew, but at the very least, it's food for thought. Far too many people take comfort in their easy circumstances, and then wonder why "bad things happen to good people." No one finds flashing red lights either, but it gets our attention and lets us know when an emergency vehicle is coming.

Anyway, I enjoyed reading your post. Cultivate your gift!