Storm Clouds and Other Magical Things

“When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
~ Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

As I finished my meditation this morning, sitting on the veranda overlooking the ocean, a lightning storm began. There was no thunder. The whole thing unfolded in the predawn silence. Great purple clouds hung over the ocean, lit from within with flashing ribbons of light.

I wondered who else might be awake to see the theatre of that moment, before I realised the storm was just for me.

A long time ago, when I lived in the Kimberley, my Aboriginal Aunties taught me that the landscape is a teacher – that it holds messages for you, if only you can be still and pay attention.

So I sat and watched the storm, and the slow creep of dawn. I took a short walk as everyone else slept, feeling the communion of trees, the companionship of the waning quarter moon, the fellowship of the many birds singing their morning song.

My heart was breaking and flowing over with love all at once.

We live firmly set within the midst of magic.

As dawn broke the clouds lit with pink and gold. The storm moved further out to sea, leaving behind the clean, soft beginning of today.

I have had little sleep, but I feel renewed.

There will be magic within the walls of my hall today. Magic for the participants of my retreat. I can feel it in the air.

I’m holding you in my heart, and sending you love and bright sparks of possibility.

What magic is around you right now? What messages?

Be open to good things. Know that you are in this life for a reason.

Much love, Nicole xx