*Written after a violent and prolonged storm swept through my life a couple of years ago. Those little moments of calm that gently extended themselves towards me afterwards were like tiny miracles. The beauty of a storm is in the raging wild power, and in the empty calm it leaves behind.
When we can learn to see the strength and transformative power whilst we are in the eye of the storm, we can let that power flow through us without resisting, allowing it to wash us clean, shake off the old useless leaves and branches, and transform in a dynamic, healthy way.
And when we see the beauty in the quiet calm after the storm has passed, this is the beginning of true healing.