The Lady leaves her seat,
Gracefully approaching from afar.
She gently descends from her celestial home.
She rides the wind bareback across the skies,
Waving her lightning sceptre.
In one fickle sweep
She throws her purple cloak over land and sea.
The tempest rages!
It is her right!
She flings hail, like pearls from broken string
as she rips it from her neck in a moment’s fury.
An attempt to subdue her
Is like trying to hold the wind in your arms –
She is above you.
But when her anger is spent,
She retires to her den
To end her tirade
In tears across plains.
I’ve been racking my brain for a while now, trying to figure out what would be a good topic to start off with. Nothing. I was left with one big writer’s block. These past few weeks have not helped either – in between madly trying to finish an art piece, recording my last songs, dentist appointments, and setting up this blog (sort of feeling my way around it).
My head is still spinning.
I went into my garden to check on my veggies. We’ve had some rain, but I wanted to just make sure they were all still watered. What a nice surprise! My cucumbers have tripled in size! Also, the corn I planted in containers as an experiment seem to be producing a few gems of their own…
Nature is truly amazing! This just reminded me of how resilient it is. It can rain, the sun can shine, there can be thunderstorms… But even after the worst destruction, it still bounces back. In their quiet, unassuming way, they speak hope.
We are no different. Life happens. It’s messy, noisy, and sometimes ugly, but we are made of stronger ‘stuff’. We must dare to hope. Hope should be a constant companion. Without it we are truly lost.