In perfect timing with the energy of a full moon portending major change and disruption, a strong storm ravaged the East coast yesterday. I sat inside and found an odd peace as I watched Mother Nature unfurl torrents of rain move in harsh winds.
And then, suddenly, it was over. The sky turned blue and the sun peeked out from behind the clouds.
The air was calm and peaceful.
But the ground told a different story.
Trees had fallen, taking power lines down with them and blocking access to local streets.
The hum of generators provided a soundtrack for my morning walk today. Branches and leaves were strewn everywhere.
I saw a tree in a neighbor’s yard that had been uprooted. By the end of the day, the tree had been removed, the ground ready for new planting.
This is nature. Clearing out and making way for something new. Destruction creates the void that births creation.
A cycle as old as time itself; this is the original creation story.
Where many despaired at the destruction and disruption, I was grateful to be safe.
And I found myself in awe at the ease with which Mother Nature sheds that which no longer serves her.
A master class in letting go.