Stormy Days and Sunny Weather
I love a good storm. Lightening and thunder and leaves flying everywhere! It does a soul good to have the air cleared. That sums up this past spring after an upside down tornado hit my neighborhood. Trees, sheds, and fences came crashing down. It was no big deal except for the fact that it unearthed more than just trees. It laid my soul bare. In the middle of dealing with the aftermath of the storm I was hit with a string of hold-on-to-your-hat-things-are-going-to-get-messy events. I held on to my hat. I reached out to my friends, celebrated my successes when they came, laughed at myself and continued to march. It was all part of the wilderness experience of being human. Now, here I am a few months later changed in ways I don’t completely understand yet. The question I find myself asking is this, who would I be if I didn’t think I knew who I was? Who am I beyond the roles that I have claimed as my own rather they’re true or not? Th...