HOPE MONTH: DAY 2: “Never lose hope. Storms make people stronger and never last forever.” ― Roy T. Bennett
There is a pretty amazing storm raging outside today. It has been going on for about 15 or 16 hours. I am not able to sleep when there are significant storms. The incredible amount of energy they create makes me wakeful and kind of hyper.
That has been the case all my life. Thunder and lightning are very powerful for me. All that static electricity lights me up. Same with wind storms. When there is both, I am way charged up.
I lived in central Arizona for a couple of years, and the incredible thunder and lightning storms they call “monsoons” were fabulous! I lived on the Mesa about 5000 feet in elevation and there was no higher point on the mountain. So we got full-force energy in those things. I dug it a lot, but got into trouble for going outside to be in it. The police and fire dept. would patrol to find stupid people like me and send them back into a safe home. Lots of lightning strikes. Oh!
Not everyone has this fondness for storms. My dog used to hate them a lot. It made me sad when he got so nervous and stressed about it all. Poor boy. Many people are afraid of storms. I get that. They are certainly a Power Greater than Us.
And they can do a lot of damage. To crops, to homes, to trees. But, we know we will be okay when they are over. Time and experience have taught us the healing that comes after a good storm. It blows the cobwebs out for some of us and focuses our attention back on the natural world. This is always a good and spiritual place to go.
The BB talks about us roaring through the lives of others, a wide swath of destruction left in our wake. It is a great analogy. There are several storm analogies in there. That one describes who we have been in our drugging and drinking days. Hopefully, we have stopped living in such a way that we do not count the consequences of our poor choices and bad coping mechanisms.
A lot of seemingly “recovering” folks are not. They continue to use and abuse people for their own gain, making empty promises and remaining emotionally shallow and cruel. This is not recovery. It is the exact opposite of it. Taking hostages and abusing others is never going to count as recovery. It goes on, a lot, in the rooms.
Most of us need these lessons to become stronger in healing our own co-dependent issues. I always know that assholes have been my greatest teachers. But it doesn’t mean they walk in the spirit of what we are here to do. Mostly, they show us what we used to look like and how we don’t need to be an asshole any more.
I love that we can reframe these things to bring hope to those who are hurting. To those who have been assholes and want to be something more in line with what is in their hearts, instead of their heads. It is a great thing we get to do here, but we have to do it. The storm is quiet now.