What Do a Bull, a Mosquito, and the Word "If" All Have in Common?
There is nothing I can do but sit on the couch and watch.
It is a lesson in being, for I am witness to a world in which I have no say, no power. I can only be present as forces and energies roil around me.
I sit.
I watch as lightning flicks night into day again and again, like a kid playing with a light switch.
Watch as the rain flies, like bullets out of rifle.
Watch as the one-ton trailer gets pushed from one end of the parking lot to the other, like it’s nothing more than a matchbox car to that 80-mile-an-hour wind.
Everything outside my windows is helpless in the face of that invisible force, that unstoppable energy.
Power.
We know it when we see it.
Tornado, earthquake, tsunami.
Bull, rhino, elephant.
But let’s not forget the power of a lone mosquito in a tent.
The power of a hand—to hurt and heal.
The power of yes.
No.
And don’t forget if and in . . . .
The power of sitting still in the moment as the world trembles with Energy so beyond me I can barely breathe in awe.
It is a radical display of guster, my new word for the Suddenly Big & Wild Energy Beyond My Control or Ken.
Sitting.
Being . . . tender.
Available.
To the Energies that have a power beyond me.
To the Quiet.
The Real.
As I hold onto my center.
Where I keep my light.
My guts.
My heart.