A Tuesday To Remember
Tuesday’s storm was amazing. I’ve been meaning to write about it, but I haven’t been able to fathom the words until now.
I'll begin by describing the first time I appreciated the beauty of life. I was standing on a deck which had been built above a waterfall at Yellowstone National Park. Its girth was swollen by the spring melt, and it flowed so powerfully that I could feel the spray on my face.
While looking upon it from above, something awoke within me. It moved me in a way that I could not describe. I imagined how easily a human would be crushed beneath its raw natural power; how helpless we would be when faced with its wrath. It was stunning to me, and thereafter I began to see beauty in many other things as well. I began to hold an intense appreciation for the calm beauty of nature; a peaceful forest, or a quiet, colorful sunset.
Since that day, storms have been of particular interest to me. I have found them to be captivating and beautiful in a way that I cannot convey with words. Last night’s storm was one of the most incredible things I’ve ever seen. It was raw, powerful, and intense. I stood in it, surrounded by it on all sides, feeling its sting on my skin with the reverberation of thunder in my bones. I felt swallowed by it, and for a moment, nothing else in the world mattered.
I am insignificant beneath the crushing finger of nature, but when immersed in it, I feel like I become part of it. It is spiritual to me because I believe we are all part of the same essence; feeling at one with the world is, to me, a state of pure enlightenment. I feel cleansed and reborn; I feel a sense of harmony in my spirit.
I'll begin by describing the first time I appreciated the beauty of life. I was standing on a deck which had been built above a waterfall at Yellowstone National Park. Its girth was swollen by the spring melt, and it flowed so powerfully that I could feel the spray on my face.
While looking upon it from above, something awoke within me. It moved me in a way that I could not describe. I imagined how easily a human would be crushed beneath its raw natural power; how helpless we would be when faced with its wrath. It was stunning to me, and thereafter I began to see beauty in many other things as well. I began to hold an intense appreciation for the calm beauty of nature; a peaceful forest, or a quiet, colorful sunset.
Since that day, storms have been of particular interest to me. I have found them to be captivating and beautiful in a way that I cannot convey with words. Last night’s storm was one of the most incredible things I’ve ever seen. It was raw, powerful, and intense. I stood in it, surrounded by it on all sides, feeling its sting on my skin with the reverberation of thunder in my bones. I felt swallowed by it, and for a moment, nothing else in the world mattered.
I am insignificant beneath the crushing finger of nature, but when immersed in it, I feel like I become part of it. It is spiritual to me because I believe we are all part of the same essence; feeling at one with the world is, to me, a state of pure enlightenment. I feel cleansed and reborn; I feel a sense of harmony in my spirit.