METAMORPHOSIS: Building the Dome of a Home

14 THE THUNDER ROLLS
The thunder rolls. Brilliant light illuminates my bedroom and shocks me into awareness. The TV
in the adjoining room screeches its severe weather warning. The sky light transforms into a
Timpani drum as the rain drops rhythmically pelt out their tune.
I roll over, tuck the covers beneath my chin, snuggle in between my dogs and drift into Dreamland
once again, thinking it‟s a perfect morning for sleeping in. I let the storm envelope me and caress
me. Instead of the familiar anxiety usually felt during a tornado watch gripping my stomach, this
morning I enjoyed experiencing Mother
Nature's evocative emotion and was
grateful. Grateful that I could safely
enjoy another facet of our amazing
planet, grateful I did not have to worry
about finding a non-existent
underground shelter on the beach.
The weather warnings reiterate the
need for community "safe" buildings,
for example, a dome! If communities
erected safe buildings for schools,
churches, fire and police stations, the
buildings can also be used as a shelter
in a state of emergency. Tax credits
and incentives could be given for those
utilizing their buildings for these dual
purposes. Everyone wins in this
scenario.
Three days later, the island is engulfed in a fog so dense I cannot see my neighbors' homes. I
am alone in this beautiful world that comforts me in its illusion of solitude.
It became a morning filled with moments of reflection, filled with the magic of seeing a friend I had
just been thinking about and the opportunity to extend kindness towards a stranger. I felt the
magic in the air, it was one of those days where wisdom flows and the magic is as tangible as the
fog --- permeating every space of my being. I love these days!!! They remind me that we are
threads in the perfect tapestry. Coincidental synchronocities, opening and closing doors, the
gentle and not so gentle guidance that nudges us along our paths act as the road signs for our
journey. Weaving in and out of each others' lives, the pattern emerges after a lifetime.
I knew it was time to write again.
In the spirit of reflection, I re-read the beginning of a manuscript Mark and I have been working on
for a couple of years. Time to continue the saga.
The sense of excitement vibrates in the air. I know we are on the verge of witnessing
synchronocities so incredible there will be no doubt about which way to venture. Every
experience, every person I vow to greet as part of my tapestry. I don't know where the thread will
lead. I don't care. I just know it will add a touch of color and depth to my overall life's picture to
live life with an open heart full of loving expectation.
As I read my neglected manuscript, I was overwhelmed once again by the incredible journey we
had embarked upon. All over again I was touched by the series of minute details that were
orchestrated at exactly the right moments for the end result to occur. Weeping and laughing, I
continued to read. Again and again I was reminded of how perfectly our lives intersect with
others to accomplish a higher purpose, a greater good.
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