Through windows I watched,
torturous swirls hungrily devouring space,
laughing, howling, clawing
as it played, uncaring
that some cannot bend, survive
sporadic rules of a chaotic game.
Unafraid inside, safely rooted,
protected by reliable warmth,
serenity's spirit caressing
constant, secure order.
Silent pulsing breath of home,
no storm outside can sway.
About a month ago, winds were so strong in Southern New Mexico that a piece of my roof was blown away. Later, right before Christmas we had a snow storm. Roads were closed and many holiday travelers were forced to seek shelter in small towns. I imagine many didn't reach their destinations on time.
Typically, the weather is a non-issue here. The sun usually smiles daily. I wondered if the gods had gone crazy.
Then I wondered how I would respond to seriously tragic weather storms or tragedies of life. I hope I never find out, though I've already had many glimpses. I do know that life proceeds with its inevitable storms of varying degrees.
Am I prepared? I think all I can do for now is cultivate a place within me, an inner home, that is stable, unchanging and confident. It nourishes me now as I observe and reflect on nature's ways - a chaotic stability I don't fully understand. Truth is that ready or not, life goes on.
Though hospitality is desirable, this home I cannot share. You must find your own. It is beautiful and unique.