The Beauty of the Storm

[Elizabeth Feisst]

THE BEAUTY OF THE STORM

The beauty of the storm is how one negotiates it, how one perceives it.

We can rise to the ocassion and be calm and see the beauty and joy of the opportunity of moving through such with calmness and serenity or we can get into it and react from it! For most it is still a bit of both, me included!

As I look out my window today at the huge seas and surging waves crashing on the rocks in Bay ny Carrickey where I live I observe the wonder of nature....its strength, its power, its magnificence, its love of Self, its Beingness. I know this is who IAM and who YOUARE.

I feel so blessed to Be Who IAM, Where IAM, Here and Now, negotiating the mystery of Light and Life and Love that IAM as The Unknown Be(com)ing The One Known.

All the trials and tribulations I give thanks for. All the joys and excitement I give thanks for. All the reflections and contemplations I give thanks for.

The beauty of it ALL is the expression of Who IAM in this and every experience, infinitely and boundlessly expanding beyond belief, time and space.

The veil is almost gone. The crystalline clarity is Be(com)ing. The purity is be(gin)ing to manifest.

The freedom is exquisite. It's perfection shines. The limitless potential is like that of the sea I currently observe spraying everywhere.

I wrote a poem some years ago inspired by a photograph taken by an Isle of Man acquaintance whose love and passion is to share this beautiful earthly paradise with all through his photographic skills.

Today's stormy conditions remind me of this poem and the photograph which inspired it. I share them both below.

The beauty of the storm is observing its harmony as Who It Is Just Being the Storm in All Its Glory.

The Good In All is that All Is Good!

IAM Love Being A Love Being regardless of how I show up as All There Is as YOUARE

SCARLETT’S VEIL

Scarlett's veil, white and pure
Surges with current and energy
Foamy strength
Rushing o'er yonder rocks
Creating spray of misty magic
A vista of crystal bubbles
Falling down over stability
Like a veil of white light
The power engendered
As the continual flow moves
In harmony as nature intends
A stormy white beauty smiling
Encouraged to rise and fall
On time and tide
Scarlett's veil, white and free
Behind which a sea, grey-blue
Watches and waits
Her final magic act
Of veiled strength
Showering o'er rocky point
Ending the mystical wonder
A storm of white glory
Creating wild beauty
As one so pure
As Scarlett's veil.

Written 2005

{ NB This photograph is taken at Scarlett's Point on the south coast of Isle of Man near Castletown. Photo courtesy Jon Wornham, of www.island-images.co.uk and used with permission. }

Shared in love, joy and freedom

Elizabethxx