Yesterday, I felt a bit deceptive as I plunged into a lot of self-pity after I had posted some positive insights on my blog the day before. We had the worst windstorm up here in the canyon. This is a very windy area, but this was one of the really bad ones. And cold too! And I just don't like wind much. I couldn't go outside and work, which is what I really wanted to do, so I felt miserable and sorry for myself. In the end I walked to the mailbox, where I found three magazines, ate a lot of sand that was blowing in the wind and got it in my eyes too. I have to confess to enjoying my magazines a lot, but even the three of them didn't cheer me up.
Then at sunset, I happened to look outside and saw something truly magnificent.
The sky was ablaze
with color and movement.
I have seen amazing cloud formations here many times before, but what I saw last night was something indescribable, spiritual, a gift from nature,
putting all woes into perspective.
I stood there and took pictures, but after a while I put my camera down and let myself get completely absorbed in the beauty of the moment.
By the time I went back in the house, my self-pity was gone, replaced by gratitude for being here and experiencing something this magnificent.
