The sky turns gloomy, and I don’t like it one bit. I want the sky, at this time, to be bright and peppy. It has been repeatedly happening so for the last three days. And, I have been repeatedly telling the sky – “Why can’t you be the way I want you to be?”
The sky explodes with thunders and lightning. Robust winds blow hard on the trees… Leaves fly helter skelter… and it pours. Heavily.
The sky doesn’t need my permission to behave the way it does. I understand this truth… simple though.
Sometimes, when I stand by the sea, I get overwhelmed – and overpowered – by the force and velocity. It is fierce, it is ruthless, and it is scary. Still, when I stand there and watch those ferocious waves lashing mercilessly at the shore, and when I see that like an awe-struck child, I feel peaceful even in the midst of such violence, such unrest.
It is happening like that, right now. I am watching this gloomy sky… and looking forward to hear the sounds of mighty thunders and behold the golden flashes of lightening. I am looking forward to savour the rustic smell of the downpour… I am looking forward to change… within me.
I hear me say, “I am okay with the gloomy sky… I am okay with the violent sea.”
Everything is happening the way it is supposed to be. Including my resistance… and my acceptance.
I hear the sounds of thunders. The heavens agree, I know.