There is a strange light in the sky and thunder in the distance. It’s storm season here in Ohio, which is annual and to be expected.
But there is so much more storming to be witnessed. I hear the news; – local, national, global, and it is storming. And it all makes me so sad. I am at once lulled by the beauty of spring blooms not yet burned by frost, and also rooting for children not yet brought down in Syria by poison gases. It is heartbreaking.
I look and look and look for things to cling to. That the world is not yet lost.
Here are two things which brought me solace on this stormy day:
Let us cling to beauty on stormy days.