The warm stillness of the day had gathered in my bones, and I felt the urge to walk it out. I needed space, movement and freshness so I headed for the coast. The sky was filled with patches of white clouds and blue sunshine, suspended in a lively breeze, but the breath of this breeze was warm and humid. It gathered on my skin in moist pools as I walked, and the clouds above mirrored this gathering, closing in around the edges of the sky. The further I walked the fuller the sky became, and the day lost it’s breath into the heart of a summer storm.
A pool of sunlight clung to me as I walked out along the coast amid thunder and lightning. Rain fell in dark sheets to either side of me, bouncing and filtering the sunlight into beautiful highlights. The white limestone rocks, and the white tower of the lighthouse drew the light.
The light and energy of the storm rolled and wove itself between earth sky, foreshadowing and foretelling drama to come. A small part of me wondered if I should head back to the car, but it was all to beautiful to miss. I felt wild and free as the wind picked up, pulling at my hair and clothes, beneath the gathering storm.
I reached the lighthouse, it’s stone towering up into the clouds, unmoved by the passing storm. It’s light has been warning ships, away from the sharp stone reefs littering this stretch of coast, for over 100 years. It barely noticed the passing drama of this summer storm, as the clouds rolled past.
I turned and headed back towards the car, and the heart of the storm clouds. The sun stayed with me, lighting the golden grass as it rippled in the thunderous air.
The path led me into the dark clouds and the wild energy of the storm, and I felt free.
Not a drop of rain fell on me as a walked among the storm clouds. It made me think about the way we think we know what’s going to follow on from the foreshadowing signs arounds us. We often act and make decisions based on the things we see and notice in front of us. Yet often we are wrong, and we miss out on unexpected delights because we were so sure that we knew what was coming.
Staying open in the face of a potential storm can be a challenge, but I would have missed out on this wonderful energising walk if had listened to my predictive brain. I would have headed back to the car and missed the whole amazing one time only show which unfolded around me.
When storm clouds start to roll into the horizons of life, try to stay open to the reality which is unfolding, rather than tumbling into predicting with certainty, and shutting off from the event. It might surprise you in unexpected ways……but only if you are open enough to allow it.
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