When the storm came

 When the storm came, and the wind began to twist 

the sky turned dark. 

The oppressive heat faded to a soothing cool 

And as the sky began to cry 

I cried with her 

I cried with the release 

I cried for the storms that came before this one 

I cried for letting go 

I let the storm wash over me and through 

And with the last flash of lighting and crack of thunder 

I let go that breath I had been holding 

And I rested 

S. Sikstrom 

I wrote this last summer in the midst of a heat wave and a drought, if I am being honest I have shed many tears over the last few years, and unfortunately |I think many more will be shed with the current state of things. 

That said I am leaning hard into my blessings and finding the "what went right moments"  The horses, my family, the dogs, nature and the fact that I still have a safe home. 

I have taken a new job for the next little while, I accepted a position as Mental Health and Addictions promotions facilitator until September, big change and small , in that i am getting more hours and an increase in $$ but I have been teaching Mental Health First aid , in person and on a virtual format for several years. Funny thing is I am busier than ever and yet I am finding my energy and mind renewed and called to write some more !  I guess a change really is as good as a rest.

Stay safe and well, until we meet again