stormy magic

There’s something magical about stormy weather.

Sitting in my living room, I watch powerful incessant rain cleanse the world, I listen to the wind howling around me, and I sit in awe of this planet Earth.

It’s days like today that inspire me to write and read. I wrap a blanket around me and embrace the sanctuary of home juxtaposed with the storm outside.

I grab my cat, who jumps at his tail, and show him that we are safe. Safe inside our cozy abode.

Nature is power and beauty in endless amounts of transferring energy that often happens while we live our lives unaware, but it’s days like today that remind us of its strength and presence.

I imagine the spirits of the world screaming to be heard, to be recognized. The outcry reverberates against our practice of taking everything we want without giving anything in return.

Today I honor those spirits. I give tribute and recognize the many cycles that humans have broken.

Today I am in awe of their power and inspired to share my perspective.

The next time it storms, listen. Listen for the magic and the justice. Respect and honor this world while giving recognition for all it provides.

Harness the energy swirling around you and dedicate it towards practices that pay tribute to Mother Earth.

When the storm passes, take a walk and notice nature. Notice its absence, the graffiti, and the leaves far above your head.

Reflect on the stormy magic.