The Storm

I have always been an emotional person. I'm fiery and passionate. I'm the high and the low. I am light and I am dark. I am the calm and the storm.

I accept that now. What was hard was when the realization hit that maybe I shouldn't be so extreme. I wish I wasn't all the time. I wish I could flip a switch and turn off the silent crazy that goes on in my mind.

But to be authentic, I must begin here.

I am Wildfire. My love burns deep, and passion runs hot. My touch will burn you and I will leave a scar. To what degree is not based on me but on how you stoke me. You feed the flame, I will burn you to the ground and bring you back like a Phoenix on the rise! Do me wrong and I will leave you in the ash.

I am an Earthquake. My energy vibrates with my heart as the epicenter with an amplitude of waves. I will be still until the quake in my heart breaks it in two. Should you happen to be the one standing on my fault line even the Richter scale won't save you.

I am High Winds. The turmoil inside is pressurized and tornado sized. I will leave you swirling in my path confused and out of breath. I will leave destruction, but the winds won't last. I promise when it's over, greener pastures will be on the horizon and a gentler breeze will blow. I will help clear the debris from the road.

I am the Storm. I am lightening and I am rain. My love will pour down on you like water from the heavens. Like a storm of the seas, I will ebb and flow. I will flood your heart and mind. but I will also water you and help you grow. At the end of the storm, I promise to be your rainbow.

I'm a living, breathing natural disaster and I believe that my life is worth standing up for.

I cycle with the moon and live by the sun. I am one with the source of life. And like Mother Earth, I am the seasons and elemental changes, for I too have moods.

My energy has always been based on others. I think this is where we go wrong. We all just want to be understood but we give no grace for the darker side of ourselves. We judge others too harshly and we don't look for truth.

I'm not perfect and I don't think I want to be. I would miss the beauty in being me.

Stay authentic and live in your truth.

It's not so scary when you understand, we are the eye of our own storms.

The beauty in natural disasters is that it offers us a chance to rebuild.

To start over. A new beginning. A chance to do it different.

To build a Bigger, Better, Stronger foundation. May you find shelter in your storms.

If you find yourself currently sitting in the aftermath, this is your chance.

I'm shining a light your way, you got this.

Love, Light and Natural Disasters,

T