I have felt a strong connection to Nature since I was a young child. I have been blessed with the opportunity to witness dramatic sunsets, white-sand tropical beaches, lush green mountains, hidden dark forests, sunlit red rock arches against a twilight blue sky and so much more.
Yet there is nothing that inspires me like watching a thunderstorm. When lightning flashes across a sky or an explosion of thunder bounces off the surrounding mountains, I feel so connected to nature…to the power and majesty of it. Even during a typhoon, I was the (slightly crazy) woman standing strong against the winds just to feel the rush of adrenaline as I faced a force of Nature. Climbing a wet hilltop in March and feeling the fierce storm blow as I take in the glorious view is more exciting to me than anything that man can think of.
I’m not sure where this started, but I remember as a young child that my mother actually had to call to me from the house to come inside during an electrical storm. I just couldn’t take my eyes off the approaching lightning and thunder. Every moment of it was an adrenaline rush.
Since that time, my passion for Mother Nature’s storms has only increased. When a hurricane approaches, I watch the news and videos like a weather forecaster (even when I live nowhere in the area). If a thunderstorm approaches, I will stand outside or at a window and watch the brilliant display until it fades away. I watch tornado videos and am fascinated with the first snowstorm of the year.
I have come to conclude that I am a daughter of the storm. I was meant to ride the winds. As lightning streaks across the sky and the thunder shakes the ground I stand on, I feel a sense of power surge through me and I am at one with Nature. I am not afraid…I am alive! Alive with a vibrant energy that only comes when the wild winds whip my hair and fly fiercely around me. It is in that moment that my spirit feels most connected to the powers around me…reminding me of my own inner strength and that I, too, am a force of Nature.