Thunder and Rain

Thunder. Rain.

The mighty foundation of a mountain trembles in the presence of a roaring Cosmos. The resulting vibration shakes the very skeleton of Earth. Cascades of water pour forth and wash boulders, like pebbles, from their comfort. The volatile voice of a greater power fills the very appendages of the Planet with a reminder of larger Forces as the storm strolls through the crevices much as a giant plunders a sweet pea patch.

Is this destruction? Is this cause for trepidation? Does a mountain cower in fear in the 'presence' of what Is? Or does it reach its craggy peaks skyward and smile in the cleansing? Does it relish the washing of dust and burden from it's flesh, or does it cling to the elements that deposited them there? Does the water drown the dawning of new blue skies, or does it feed the flowers planted by the winds of life on its majestic ledges? Does the tarn shudder at the filling of its basin, or does it open wide, its shores, for the newness? Or are the very mountain, the tarn, themselves, the Life? The Entity of elements, dust, flowers and storms?

Never fear a storm. Embrace it. Respect it. Learn from it. Grow from it. And, be grateful for the cleansings. Attempt to live in and cherish the Now. For, the past has determined where and what you are, and the now will determine what you will become.

This page is dedicated to Amanda Anne Thomas, a beautiful young woman of twenty two years, who has experienced her storms and is now a flower waiting to burst forth. Though you may be experiencing a little rain, cast your eyes upon the sun. Be grateful, and just ride the ride

Photo credit: This picture was taken in the glorious shadows of the magic of the Teton mountain range in Wyoming, July 2000. In a new century, a new life, I choose to be a mountain.