...the lights went out fast...except
for the lightening-the landscape
bulging forth like a quick
lesson in creation...
...it was hard to tell
fear from excitement:
...As always the body
wants to hide,
wants to flow toward it-strives
to balance while
excitement shouts, back
bolt a burning river
tearing like escape through the dark
field of the other.
Okay, I admit it, I love "weather movies." Throughout the opening scenes my body is torn between fear and excitement, and when the storm seems suddenly upon us, them, me, all of us, there is a release of tension. There, in the dark of the storm, is perfection, a flowing, an escape from the cognitive brain wondering how we shall live. It is even more so in person. To view through the day the gathering clouds and to hear the rumble amidst the pecking of the key board as I tune into the latest storm tracker reports, there is a shameful joy - how can looming disaster be so much fun? Yet is not disaster upon us every day in one form or another, offering us a brilliant flash of joy if we could just live the beauty? Gods and goddesses throw bolts from upon high so that we might see the glory within and without.
What truths do you see in storms, in disasters, and in your fear?