There’s a palpable energy that hangs in the air before a thunderstorm. I feel it in my bones.
As nature prepares, I do the same by slowing down or stopping altogether. I wait in stillness. As the storm moves in, my energy intensifies. Electricity runs through me lighting up my every cell. I’m alert and on edge while calm and expansive. The ride of the storm passes through my body as I shift from movement back to once stillness again.
Thunderstorms—I wake up and am fully alive.
