" I wanted it to rain harder and harder. I needed it to rain harder and harder. It was not just rain. It was my tears! The sky was doing for me what I could not do for myself. " For me, there was so much help in reading this. When we can't express something or we hold it in, how kind nature is to help us.
It felt like the perfect gift. I have just arrived in Tivat, Montenegro for the next three weeks, and I am being greeted by a long and strong thunder storm. I am thoroughly enjoying it as a welcoming gift. It is exciting and takes me back to the thunderstorms in the past that I have come to love after being terrified of them as a child.
I think that comment has not only made my day, but maybe the last decade, as I long to actually morph into a writer with the passing of the years written into my face.
When a portal opens to the inside of an experience of the natural world, I can’t resist its tug as I am drawn in. I welcome the joy or the drama or the sadness. Whatever feeling it produces tells me that I’m still alive.
You are nurturing the risk-taker in me!
" I wanted it to rain harder and harder. I needed it to rain harder and harder. It was not just rain. It was my tears! The sky was doing for me what I could not do for myself. " For me, there was so much help in reading this. When we can't express something or we hold it in, how kind nature is to help us.
It felt like the perfect gift. I have just arrived in Tivat, Montenegro for the next three weeks, and I am being greeted by a long and strong thunder storm. I am thoroughly enjoying it as a welcoming gift. It is exciting and takes me back to the thunderstorms in the past that I have come to love after being terrified of them as a child.
I love your face and every word you wrote
I think that comment has not only made my day, but maybe the last decade, as I long to actually morph into a writer with the passing of the years written into my face.
i could feel that rain hammering onto the windowpane, into my bones. thank you for writing the portal into this storm.
Peter Tremain
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When a portal opens to the inside of an experience of the natural world, I can’t resist its tug as I am drawn in. I welcome the joy or the drama or the sadness. Whatever feeling it produces tells me that I’m still alive.
Thank you, Peter. Your sharing drew me enticingly toward believing in and desiring Grace's emersion where everything is okay as it is.
The rainbow is the sure sign of grace after the rain 😊
Thank you for your vulnerability.
Beautifully written. Thank you 💕🙏🏽
Thank you for allowing us to ride alongside to a safe place for us to witness change is ok and normal.