Stormy

I'm sitting in my office smelling the sweet, fresh air that's left after severe storms washed through my N.E. Ohio neighborhood this afternoon. The sky is bright blue, the birds are singing, and the temperature has dropped about 15 degrees.  Ahhhhhhh . . . .

Times like this remind me of the delight of washing my mind, my energy and my spirit clean as well.  I write so often about purging, but this is more than that.  This is release.  Refreshment.  Restoration.  Meditation does that for me, that connection with Spirit that grounds and infuses me. So does music, dance and song. Any crumb of dis-ease, disgruntlement or disturbance just washes away.

Consider your life.  What do the storms in your life wash away?  Don't fear the storms; welcome them as the refreshment they are.

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