The Musings Of My Mind

A storm is brewing. I love thunder storms. The energy from them is totally awesome and touches that piece of me that is oh so aware of the climate and the nuances. When it snows is my next favorite natural act of weather besides thunderstorms. Maybe me and Canada would get along just fine, eh? Ah well.. we can't always choose the places we are compelled to.

The irony is that they used to frighten me when I was very small. Mom assumed it was the noise but it's that indefinable energy that I would feel that overwhelmed me. But I humored her because I sure as hell couldn't explain it. She would tell me God was bowling.

Fall is approaching. Soon there will be the Equinox. A holiday for those who are not Wiccan. I should take my clothes off and take a bath while it's still safe. My hair is in desperate need of washing. Pita hates storms so she's skulking around... ah... up the stairs to go hide. Her trust in me to keep her safe wasn't powerful enough as the comfort of hiding under the bed.