Thursday, 31 October 2013

Tearings

Where I live, in the immediate vicinity, the storm that swept through a few days ago did not do much overt damage. There are some trees down; there is standing water in places that used to be dry; and there are signs of the wind's journey through flowerbeds and over lawns.
The day after the storm, the air was fresh and the skies were blue. It felt as if we had been purged of something - woken up forcefully. As I walk through familiar woods, I see small signs of tearing. It reminds me that sometimes we need to  break open; we need to be rend out of our old patterns. It needn't be painful.