It's been a crazy week.
We've gotten our first really big storm of the autumn here, and it was wild. We might not get hurricanes up here, but that doesn't mean we only get silly little misty rain, either. When we get a storm, it's big and usually brutal.
Brutal as in...
I can feel the waves crashing on the beach a mile away.
Yeah, it's like that.
But the morning after? Oh yeah. Bright blue skies and super clear air.
Of course, the trees are trying to keep it together; they aren't quite ready to let go of their leaves just yet. The road is littered, not only with leaves and branches that got blown down over night, but also with pieces of leaves.
The wind was so violent the other night, that it not only pulled leaves and branches of trees, it also tore the leaves apart.
We've been here for 2 1/2 years, and I've never seen anything quite like this.
That's a lot of force!
So it got me thinking. How many storms have I weathered, like those oaks out in my yard? How many times have my leaves and branches been ripped away from me? How many times have those leaves been shredded by the forces that tore me apart in the first place?
And yet, I come through storm after storm, still alive. I might have to retreat into myself, a bit like the oaks do for the winter, but when I come out of that retreat, I'm stronger, brighter, cleaner, thriving like never before.
*This post originally appeared on one of my old blogs, on Oct. 11, 2016. I will be moving the blog posts over there to sagewolfsong.com gradually.