Watching the storm approach

I can see a storm coming from my desk on the third floor of my home overlooking Mt. Tom.

It begins in the distance over the mountain.  As it slowly moves closer the mountain will become more and more invisible until it cannot be seen.  At that point it exists as a white blur of sky.  Depth abandoned. Calling for presence in this instant.

I look forward to these storms and the swirling snow or driving rain.  They put me into my center and let me be with myself gently.  These are the days that I don’t feel compelled to go out.  Inevitably productive as long as you are capable of understanding that sometimes that nap your body is calling for is really essential to the day.

Sitting quietly.

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