I always think of the ancestors when I feel a storm like this. How it must have felt the same for them, but how that fizz of adrenaline would have meant something perhaps a little more, more wild, more dangerous, more meaningful. So many people miss out when they stay cocooned in their walls.
"... funnel the storm."
I can feel these moments, a tightness that surrounds me even as the wind begins to push. The storm is rising and exposed. A tempered fury.
I always think of the ancestors when I feel a storm like this. How it must have felt the same for them, but how that fizz of adrenaline would have meant something perhaps a little more, more wild, more dangerous, more meaningful. So many people miss out when they stay cocooned in their walls.
Thank you for your words. I’m always so grateful.