Storms change my routines and comfort, and really kick me out of my ruts. They help me begin to recognize how numbing some of the things I do are.
Grief is a frequent flyer with storms. Grief is a mighty transformer. When I can allow it, grief seems to turn on every numbed nerve ending. There’s a rawness with grief that is real, bare, and painful.
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