Bright Light after the Storm
Sitting, relaxing, having sat at the fire roasting sausages to compliment the fresh corn on the cob, invited the neighbours for roasted marshmallows, canoed across the lake against the wind and back without any wind – yes the wind died out exactly as we reached the far shore! –and, as dusk took hold and the clouds darkened, retreated into the camper,
so sitting, relaxing, reading and writing until
the skies shook, the trees quaked and swayed and the camper rocked in the wind that hit hard …
so we set the awning low, pulled in the chairs, set the red hot coals and logs apart in the fire ring, and set the generator under cover safe from the
pouring bullets of rain that pounded everything.
And then, secured we shut everything down, except the one battery lantern, and crawled tired and satisfied into bed to sleep …
And at that moment the rain stopped hammering and the wind rustled the leaves gently and we slept soundly though to the break of dawn
To rise to the fresh wind, the bright light and the clean air
– Cleaned of the smoke from the BC wildfires that set in like haze over the past few days to dull the light –
With a view spectacular out the door of our shelter from the elements.
Lit Birch on Blue Water
The Ring for Fire, Damp, against the bright morning light on Birch on the Shore
The basic necessities of life well provided by Grace alone:
Air, clean water, food sufficient, clothing appropriate – mosquitoes being the greatest challenge – , shelter from the weather and from threats to one’s person by four legged and two legged animals, meaningful labour – though the pay is paltry – , and love – both to be loved and to love another with full trust that one will not be betrayed with blatant lies but indeed supported to be the best one can be and that one’s beloved will receive support and encouragement even inspiration to be the best she/he can be.
And still the abuser and bullies are free without constraint … and in response to them I say simply: by Grace alone I am not only still standing, I am flourishing, able to be grateful for Grace which gives me and mine breath, and not only breath but ability to be in the beauty of this marvelous universe.