From the Paper Journal Archives

June 25th, 2012

I was doing some cleaning and organizing this morning and came across some of my old journals- Most of them are pre-move but these pages were tucked away inside one of the books.

I sit and write as I listen to the constant roar of thunder and glance at the lightening dancing brightly across the blackened skies. The rain rushing down from the heavens resulting in one of Mother Nature’s beautiful songs.

I find comfort and peace in thunderstorms- for some reason I always have. I remember y grandmother hiding at the first sign of a thunderstorm, while I, on the other hand, couldn’t wait to get out. I loved splashing in the puddles, feeling the wind blowing through my hair and and kissing my face. Sometimes I would even try to catch rain drops on my tongue and remember wondering how long I would have to stand with my mouth open before I caught a mouth full of water. A while I suppose.

Thunderstorms are few and far between here in Holland. The rains come and go often, but I can count on two hands the actual thunderstorms I’ve seen/heard in the 2 1/2 years that I’ve lived here. So- as I sit here on this Friday evening, the wind occasionally bringing a stray drop or two of rain against my face; I find myself realizing that thunderstorms are a lot like the problems we encounter on this journey called life.

There are times when it seems like the sun never shining- one great day after another. Then there are days when the storm clouds roll in and seem to linger, leaving us to wonder if we’ll ever see the sunshine again. There are times when the storms blindside us- coming fast and furious- without any warning that any storm was brewing at all.

Even in the midst of the most ferocious storm there is always hope and peace in knowing there are blessings to be found. The peaceful sound of the raindrops falling- nourishing the plants and trees. There is always hope and peace in knowing that no matter how violent the storm, that it will indeed pass, the sun will shine again and if you look closely enough- you just may see a rainbow..

2 Responses to “From the Paper Journal Archives”

  1. Maggie says:

    As you know I love the electric spark and crackling in the atmosphere of storms, and often set myself out in them, – to breathe it in and enliven myself.

  2. admin says:

    Yes- it is wonderful isn’t it? How are you? you’ve been somewhat quiet lately.

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