Windstorm at nightfall
Listen to the trees as they sway in the wind. Their leaves are telling secrets. - Vera Nazarian
Last night there was a wonderful windstorm. I couldn't help myself, I just had to stand out on my back deck and feel the wind as it surrounded me. The sound was thunderous and powerful and yet there were delicate sounds buried within the fury. The windchimes that hang on a tree in my backyard, the ones that sound like a clanging bouy in the harbour. I heard those through the wind. The leaves of the Pines, the branches of the Beech, Maple and Birch trees, and the ocean. As I stood in the middle of the storm, I closed my eyes and savored the feeling of being wrapped up in the tempest. There were a few times that I quickly glanced around, just to make sure the trees were standing as they should. It's amazing to see how much the trees bend in the high winds. Bend, but not break. Well, there were a few branches down in my yard today, but I was surprised at how little evidence there was of such high winds the night before.
As I took in the glory of the windstorm, I realized that it would be a perfect time to capture an essence. Flower essences, as I have written in a previous entry, are vibrational energies of certain flowers. So why not have an essence of an event? The energy in the storm was unmistakable and to be able to bottle it up, to use it's vibrational intensity for times when that type of power and strength is needed, would be incredible. Plus, it was kind of exciting to be able to keep part of that powerful and awe-inspiring storm. Even if it is in the form of a little bottle of water.