Day No. 14 (with a bit of Day 13)

It is Sunday night and here I am again, and I feel like a jerk because I didn't blog last night.  I was out like a light Saturday night. The weather makes my bones hurt and when it get's bad I am done for, down for the count.  Today I thought we were for sure going to have rain, the clouds were so dark this afternoon.  I like thunderstorms sometimes, and I love lightning!  This summer we have had some crazy storms, and as you all know I flooded, but wow they were awesome storms. 

Thunderstorms take me out of myself, they are electric, loud, shiny, forceful, blinding, powerful and beautiful all at once.  Kind of like me when I am wasted.  Ha-ha!  I do not drink, I have not had a drink for over 13 years.  I was kidding about the drink but I was serious about the thunderstorms.

As I said before, I love T-storms and even heavy snow storms, they take me out of myself.  I feel the charge of energy, the blowing wind goes right to my core.  I love it.  I don't even mind being outside in the storms once in awhile.  Last year, at the end of summer I took my dog for a walk, we went to the football/baseball field at Taft High School in Chicago. The wind started kicking up with a cool breeze mixed in and the clouds started moving.  I sat there in the field enjoying the shift, it was magical.

What I mean by the storms take me out of myself is for the time it is storming I don't have to think about bills, being broke, my disability.  I don't have to compare my insides to somebody else's outsides.  I am out of my fear, shame and guilt. I am just a spot, speck, a being in the storm.  Nature doesn't care about being broke, nature doesn't care that I don't have a car or my struggles.  Nature makes sure that everything is cared for either by rain or by snow or whatever. Nature just does her thing. After the storm everything is cleans, shiny, sometimes muggy,  but that's okay.  The storms bring everything back to life, even me, for just a moment. 

Well, I am going to hit the bricks, I have a lot of work to do. I am going to close with one little ditty I found years ago:                   Today's might Oak is just yesterday's nut that held it's ground..