The Untamed Joy of Stormy Days By Sandy Jones
When I was a little girl, on stormy days I would often go down to the beach and stand on the cliff above the sea and watch the scene below; the pounding surf and the dark skies, the vast grey Pacific, the huge waves slamming the rocks and spinning the sandy shore. The silver rays of beauty and sounds of power were pure joy. Standing there in such wonder and excitement of it all. I was a genuine ragamuffin of a child, tousled, uncombed strawberry hair blowing in the winds.
The joy comes back to me now. A friend sent me a book; poems written by an Irish poet.
Thank you friend. It set my heart on that sweet road that leads me back to the child, the original Truth of my self. The little girl I was, and still am.
The child of those years is still here. I am standing on the high edge, loving, imbibing in the weather and sounds, totally my senses, simply alive surveying the pounding surf below and my glorious ocean all upturned in turmoil, the salty air like tears on my face, tasting and reaching my soul. The beauty of Life, so powerful and magical. I remember life times before this one, I stood on the cliffs above the sea, the green green grass that touches the sky.
I am blowing sideways and my hair long and twisting like my skirts in the wild beauty of it all. Now, the child hears the thunder and feels the strength rush through the depth of her.
Such it was, such it is and I can be there now again. Watching it all as the storm passes and the earth is refreshed, and sun begins to break through the clouds. In this grey light, the hard silver light at the hem of the clouds begins to open to blue again. The crystal light beams, turn gold and I breathe the fresh life of air, and hear the sound of seagulls squealing with the joy of being-- and l love the wonder of it all.
Blessed heart of my self, child alive and dancing me home, She is the one I was and will be that child who embraces the marvel of it all and sings God's Love.