Tonight’s quietness has been punctuated by the steady beat of raindrops on my balcony here in Holyrood. I wonder why I find this sound such a comfort – and am reminded that raindrops are among the constants in our lives. And so, in the course of an evening, I have returned to similar experiences from childhood right up to the present day. Each has something in common: the warmth and calm of being sheltered, indoors, at home, lulled towards peace by some of the gentler sounds of nature – which present peace makes me all the more mindful of Lori in Florida and all who are dealing with the aftermath of a fiercer expression of nature’s power. Hugs, Lori.
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Thank you for the warm thoughts, dear friend. I, too, normally find the patter of rain on the roof and windows very soothing, hypnotic even, but I must confess, the ferocity with which Hurricane Ian delivered the rain was more than a bit unnerving. As images from our neighbors further south continue to emerge, I marvel at nature’s vast power and send a little thank you heavenward that in this instance we were spared. The whole experience was a powerful reminder of ‘who’s in charge.’ Spoiler alert…it’s not us. 😉 xxoo
Immense power, beyond our ability to comprehend sometimes. I’m thankful, too, with you 🙂🙏xx
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