I remember once, as a adult, when we had a camping get-together with a group of friends and we were all sitting around outside just enjoying being together. We had noticed earlier in the day that it looked like there may be some thunderstorms brewing but had went on with our celebrations all the same. As we were sitting there, the air around us suddenly became very calm. We didn't feel the calm... but only recognized it after the wind started picking up and the storm started rolling in. In a matter of seconds, the wind started dancing with anything that it was able to pick up and move around and soon the rain joined in with the wind. The music of the dance between the rain and the wind was alien to us at first but soon the booming of the thunder and movement of the trees made the music that was needed for the dance to continue.
At first, we considered running for cover but we quickly resumed our celebrating and watched the lighting flash across the sky as the rain seemed to wash our souls clean. The storm was magnificent and powerful and beautiful and live-giving. The water that quickly soaked into the dry soil would allow so much growth both in the wooded area we were in and on the farms that were our parents livelihoods. Then as quickly as the storm had rolled in, it moved on to dance in another location. We were left with upturned chairs and puddles, leaves that had been blown off trees and clothes that stuck to our skin from the moisture. I was left with a feeling of awe of the beauty of nature and the cycle of life.
This morning, I felt it all again. I was sitting here calming going through my morning routine of checking e-mails and message boards. I had a cup of tea and was wrapped up in a warm cozy blanket. I had just moved on to read a couple of the newspapers that I like to check out online when I get the chance in the morning when suddenly I heard a squeal of delight come from Mikey's room. This was immediately followed by feet bounding on to the floor and running down the hallway. As he came in to the room that I was sitting in and ran at me full force, jumping up in to my lap for his morning "uggg" at the last minute, I was reminded of a storm rolling in... with all the same energy and power and life-giving sources. And as he sat on my lap and alternated between hugs and kisses and jumping on me and telling me stories of how he was ready to face the day (well at least that is what I believe he was saying as to an untrained ear it would simply sound like baby-babble), I knew how those flowers starved for moisture must feel as the rain begins to seep in to the ground.
Then as quickly as he had jumped on my lap, he jumped back down and ran to the fridge, opened the door, saw the pizza box from last night and yelled back at me... "mom-mom - izzzzaaa - eeeeesssseee!" with his little hand making a large circular motion on his heart in the sign for please. And so... off we went to have pizza for breakfast. Its a storm that I get to experience every morning and its truly beautiful!