Protected

I am trying to keep upright.

The winds howl and swirl around me. Somehow I stand firm.

Like a slate grey dragon they roar above me ,daring me to fall. Somehow my foundation is strong still.

I try to see the pink in the distance. I know that this bodes well for the new day. But I am in the centre of this storm and holding on for my life.

I am sore. I am tired. I’m cold.

The dragon claws at my roof and smirks at my fear.

He swoops low and taunts me with his power. But I’ve been here longer. History tells me that this beast will be short lived.

And I will continue to trust that there is a reason for all this pain.

It is a story that repeats itself often. I must believe that ‘this too shall pass’. That all will eventually work together for good.

So instead of trying to withstand the onslaught I am trying to understand ….and accept it.

I’m trying to see the beauty in all of it, yes, even in these days of torment and torrent.

Can you see the colours?

I start to notice that the dragon is not just grey. I see sapphire. I notice shades of plum ,egg shell, and faint tones of butterscotch.

The ground beneath my feet is “basil” with a hint of “mustard yellow”. I see actual beauty(!) and some of the terrible power diminishes with this thought.

My hair whips up into the air and I actually feel sort of free. Because suddenly I remember that I don’t have to fight this enemy alone. And I laugh now.

And with a surety that touches my soul I know that I am loved. That I am protected .

My house will not fall. Not today.

Believe it.