Blog 665 – 06.16.2017

I Love A Good Storm

I am sitting in my truck watching the rain on the windshield as the skies darken. There is a storm approaching. Some compare storms to the Wicked Witches of the East and West in Dorothy’s Oz. The story really does not say where Glenda the Good Witch hailed from but her accent sounded Northern to me and yet I have known several good Southern witches as well. Lest I digress, I love all those stormy witches and to me as much as I love snow and rain, there is nothing quite like the wind, lightning, and thunder of a good storm.

I say good storm because it is all good to me as are all the witches North, South, East and West but most especially, the really stormy ones. This is a pet peave of mine, this judging of somethings and some people “good” and all other things and other people somehow “bad.” It just is not so. There is good in the worst thing or person and more than a little mischief in the best and sweetest of us. We see what we are looking for, in ourselves, others and all around us.

When I see a storm, I see power, excitement, and well a heaven of a lot of fun. Some see only dark skies, danger, and damage. That same electricity that charges the skies in a storm touching ground in a bolt of lightning also runs through our brains and all throughout our body’s nervous system sending commands to our muscles and organs to move and make us dance. We are full of lightning. A big bolt of lighting, a clap of thunder, and a big blow make all the trees, yes, even the sky and earth seem to dance. God, but I love a good storm. Some run to their storm shelters, but me I run to a window nearest the roof so I can see the whole show.

It is perhaps just a difference of opinion or perspective. Take shelter if you like and ride out the storm in your hidey hole. I would prefer to dance along with those stormy witches and watch in rapt attention as they strut their marvelous stuff. And, yes, I too, enjoy a mild blue- skied sunny day but also a dark, wild, and wonderful stormy one. I have stood outside in the calm of the eye of two great hurricanes in my life but prefer the windy edges that raise a stormy witch’s skirt. I pay tribute to all those stormy girls that stir my heart and my imagination.

Your friend and fellow traveler,
David White