Last night the winds howled around the apartment buildings and homes in my neighborhood. The rain splattered against my window. The night was one of constant interruptions. No real quality sleep, just lots of sleep deprived dreams of oddities.
Then without warning the floor moved. It wasn’t a shaker. It didn’t build to a crescendo and released its power. It was as if the world’s table had been slammed into and then it was over. It was enough of a jolt to induce a surprise. As quickly as it came it was gone.
On my walk to the station I often pass through a temple on top of a hill. The vividness of the green Japanese maple caught my eye, and I walked over the circular driveway to get a different vantage point.
I looked down into the claw pots that were filled with lotus leafs. They too were incredibly green. There were jewels floating on the gaps over the leaf’s veins. I starred. Did hail fall from the sky in the storm? I was curious so I ever so gently poked the bobble with the tip of my umbrella, and it moved. Not ice, but crystal clear water.
The walk through the temple always calms my nerves. I take the time to look around to see what is blooming, greening, and fading away.
Rain, will bring flowers. The earthquakes bring fear. They all can be released though the passion of attempting to live life though artistic expression.