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A hot spring day. A quick storm blows in. It is gentle, and we are lulled as we sit, drinking pink wine in the late afternoon in Texas. The trees are full and the panarama is green. We drift inside, enjoying the sight of birds on the wire, fluttering their tailfeathers wtih pleasure in the rain.
I think to myself, this darkness cannot last. I am open and trusting. I tell myself that the light always follows the darkness. The light always follows the dark. I am looking at the setting sun, and I cannot believe how soft the orange presence stays, stays.
A huge bolt of lightening crosses the sky.
I talk to my neighbor. We toast the great sky, and return to our dens.
A beating ensues. The hail is fierce. Again, we open the door, and look out, because it is majestic, and the setting sun is gloriously orange, insistent, refusing to be paled by the storm.
Who cares about the heat. During this storm I thought of every person enduring rain. As I ate I thought of every person enduring hunger. We should always do this, and realize how rich we are.
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One large circular cloud in the sky here yesterday, only one, causing this storm, quickly moving through my area. The hailstorm was the longest I have ever seen in my neighborhood, and the hail the largest. A gorgeous scene, and an uplifting one, ultimately, as the storm moved on.
I was unable to confine my thoughts to only the leaders that Justin listed. I could only think of world leadership, those in power all over the world. All day, I sent them love, and I see no reason not to continue today (Sunday, as I write this short addition). Private meditation to follow.
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