It was one of those spring afternoons when the air turned thick, the wind became warm and fierce and the sky held the potential for a pefect storm. I love a good thunderstorm hence why I convinced my friend to snap a few pictures whilst things were relatively calm. I think there’s a unique stillness which happens just before the perfect storm. Its like all the elements are quietly assembling into place backstage before the curtain goes up and the show starts.
I know must people would cast thunder or lighting in the leading role but for me the wind is the star – its unpredictable nature gives a storm a few nail biting plot twists.
In real terms a perfect storm allows us to experience nature in one of its most destructive forms; its therefore no wonder when our life is hit by one we feel totally devastated. A life storm can uproot relationships, devour our health and make us feel totally out of control.
I suppose my cardigan acts as a convenient metaphor as I spent a lot of energy trying to get it to lay flat in order to snap a picture but it didn’t matter how much I tried the wind was too strong and unpredictable (I had no control).
But even in the turmoil of a storm there is hope. In the eye of the storm the winds are light and warm and the sky is clear; just outside of the eye is where the most serve weather occurs but due to the Coriolis Force the centre of the storm remains relatively calm.
After all the wrestling with the wind I eventually realised that my cardigan had the right idea; it didn’t fight against the wind it just let go, bent and flexed into it and seemingly enjoyed the process (and yes I’m fully aware that my cardigan is an inanimate object). I guess that’s pretty much the only thing must of us can do to survive the storms of life; keep calm, anchor your roots, lean and flex into the wind and have faith that the storm will eventually pass.
Notice that the stiffest tree is most easily cracked, while the bamboo or willow survives by bending with the wind.