Witch Weather

"I don't know, my favorite was always witch weather.  That moment that in a gust of wind or in the rumbling sky or at the edge of a fog bank where suddenly, you feel different.  A restlessness, a sense of longing for a place that does not exist.  I don't know if anyone else has felt the electric tense changing of that moment.  It calls the magic to your skin.  For a moment, you feel ancient and powerful and lonely, as if you forgot something important.  Witch weather.  For some reason, in that wild instant: you remember you are alive, and that means some part of you belongs to the everlasting."

-inkskinned

Storms

Racing the Rain

As I sat in the dark morning hours listening to the fog horns from the passing cargo ships blow through my sleepy little bay, all I could think about was the rain mere hours away (that won't stop until next May June July).  This piece of information has had me in quite a state ... You know when something vibrates so fast that it appears to be still?  That's pretty much how I spent this entire past week.  I am working my way through my massive to-do list, but my head is whirring and zinging, and even though things are getting done, it doesn't really look, or feel like it.  The most potentially paralyzing aspect of this week, as I feel myself slipping into the comfy coping mechanism of procrastination, has been that this isn't even my end-of-season to-do list, this is just all the junk that needs to get done now because I don't have a garage, or barn, or lean-to, or even a SunSetter retractable awning to work under during the swiftly approaching deluge.  I still have my to-do list, the one full of all the things that can be done in the rain that I am already completely dreading.  I'm trying to finish the season strong so I have as few of the rainy day tasks as possible, but I know I'm still going to spend at least part of this Fall as a drowned rat.