Written Wednesday, Nov 15, 2006
I just had to interrupt my blogging about my Ct. visit to write about the storm that came through last Wednesday afternoon. I was definitely experiencing it, in the now and want to share it.
Were you able to watch the storm come in today?
I was writing snail mail to my family back in Connecticut. My laptop is facing a window that allows my vision and space to expand to the outdoors. I can nestle back into my high back chair, squint my eyes, view the outdoors, and slip in a few power naps while the children sleep. As I gazing out the window, feeling myself relaxing, I suddenly notice the grayness of the day is changing; a storm is coming in.
The first sign that a storm is approaching is the wind.
I watch the trees begin their dance from my window.
It is as if they are joining limbs and curtsying,
Then majestically up and swaying to a rhythm
Only they can hear!
The panoramic view of the trees
from the window
is a mystical experience.
In my neighbor's yard is a huge cedar.
It's swags of green are gracefully
rising and swaying, beyond my upward vision.
It seems adorned in a grass skirt
It's a moving wave of beauty and grace.
I feel excitement rise within me!
From my seat,
inside, looking out...
They seem to beckon me
to come and dance with them.
I just had to interrupt my blogging about my Ct. visit to write about the storm that came through last Wednesday afternoon. I was definitely experiencing it, in the now and want to share it.
Were you able to watch the storm come in today?
I was writing snail mail to my family back in Connecticut. My laptop is facing a window that allows my vision and space to expand to the outdoors. I can nestle back into my high back chair, squint my eyes, view the outdoors, and slip in a few power naps while the children sleep. As I gazing out the window, feeling myself relaxing, I suddenly notice the grayness of the day is changing; a storm is coming in.
The first sign that a storm is approaching is the wind.
I watch the trees begin their dance from my window.
It is as if they are joining limbs and curtsying,
Then majestically up and swaying to a rhythm
Only they can hear!
The panoramic view of the trees
from the window
is a mystical experience.
In my neighbor's yard is a huge cedar.
It's swags of green are gracefully
rising and swaying, beyond my upward vision.
It seems adorned in a grass skirt
It's a moving wave of beauty and grace.
I feel excitement rise within me!
From my seat,
inside, looking out...
They seem to beckon me
to come and dance with them.


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