In walking, wandering — that other side of the work, the world, I do like getting out, getting a way, being some place else. Being over there.
And I savor the storm.
I am that, storm seeker.
Because on the edge of any storm is the light. By any call, there’s a cracking of brilliant light, in the curled clouds the thunderhead, stormbringer.
Light emerges. And so does my spirit.
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