It’s almost spring.
I am thinking that sounds a bit dreadful. I LOVE spring. On the other hand, I also don’t look forward particularly to the sounds of strong winds as I now live in the Midwest. in fact, when they get ready strong, I begin to pray for others. Strong winds int he midwest, mean sudden tornados, if mixed with a little or a lot of rain.
The sudden tornadic winds that happen here, have a certain mystique to them. I really can’t describe it. I just feel as if spring – is a season that must be bathed in prayer. It’s almost a meditative season for me, as new things spring forth and buds sprout in the trees and my flowers come up out of the grounds, and beneath old leaves… I become adventurous again… I look for pictures and I walk, and enjoy the wind as it blows through my hair.
I visited Moore Oklahoma last week, unexpectedly, and as my husband was busy with other matters, I wandered onto the streets of last year’s tornadic winds that destroyed an entire neighborhood. The neighborhood looks as if its healing. I am not aware of whether or not the people are.
