When The Storms Speaks - with Maureen Muldoon 1--30-25 скачать в хорошем качестве

When The Storms Speaks - with Maureen Muldoon 1--30-25

This week, we are looking at rage and the storms that seem to blow us down, or in some cases blow us up in love. And funny enough, I kept getting a prompt to speak about The Storm. And before I could assemble a thought, I got personally and powerfully hit by a couple of storms —not just metaphorically, but literally. I apologize if you have already read some of this in my blog. I thought you might like to hear it from the horse's mouth. I was pet-sitting a dog, and as I rushed to grab him a treat on my way out the door, I somehow spun myself into a small cyclone of urgency, and I tripped, hard. It was a beautiful collision between my shoulder and the floor. Reminding me that being human is not always graceful or pretty. And then, before I could catch my breath, a real storm blew through. Trees came down. Power went out. We were in a dark cabin at 20 degrees, with no heat. And then smoke. From our mattress warmer, which had been plugged into the outlet, a surge of electricity came back through our wiring, so strong that it melted the plug, and our bedroom began to fill with smoke. And we found it and pulled out before it burnt our house down. And then the real damage came when we realized the power surge had effectively fried nearly everything in the house: the refrigerator, the water heater, the stove, the coffee maker. It was a snap, crackle, pop of power. ————— That’s the thing about storms—inside or out—they are a vortex of power. Breath-taking power. ————— Power that, when it has nowhere to go, when it is unharnessed and not purposeful, can burn you right the fuck out. Just like it did to our electronics. The first step in navigating storms is to show humble respect for that which wields such great power.