In the middle of the storm...

Dear Reader,
   After journalling this morning I like to open my documents to see if I wrote on this day last year and this is what I found...

The wind is roaring it's angst out this morning.  It feels unsettled and a bit perturbed, almost like being pushed into high-speed train without the where when and why.

Let's sit in the middle of it

Sitting in the middle of the lawn with no protection immediately nearby, we rest our backs against one another.  Wildly our hair is pulled at and our clothes ripple and snap at their agitation.  I'm okay I think, closing my eyes to focus and remember why I am here.  Warmth seeps in despite the story being yelled and for a time everything fades back.  The strength I feel in leaning on Your back is very real.  Solid.  While the warmth tells me a sweet whispery tale of love and longing, of touching and experience in living with and among.  It's easy to stay here now, without realizing it my hand stirs the thick mixture of wonderings and awe.
 
You're still here... You are still here.

Giving in, I kind of relish the quiet of this moment amidst the now un-felt turbulence of the day.

Huh.