There was a time when the rain gathered,
When the healing soil gave way beneath its own weight,
When roots were torn and loosened,
And when gusts of unease felled the mightiest trees.
Nothing looked like promise then.
We found shelter and endured what came.
There was no language for what happened,
No written word to help us through the pain.
In the most turbulent moments,
We gathered,
And we found refuge in our humanity.
We realized that in the very moments that followed destruction,
The world became colorblind.
Old dogmas ceased to exist.
The powerful,
Who caused so much damage,
Sailed away.
And most importantly,
Our collective truth was ignited.
There are times when life is hard,
Moments when the world feels loud and uncertain,
Moments when your heart feels heavy,
And times when you feel undone.
In these times,
It's easy to believe that everything is unraveling,
But storms do more than break things apart.
They also change the landscape.
Brush thins,
Old roots release,
The land is readied,
And light begins to reach places it never could.
Beneath the surface,
Long before the grain returns.
You may not see it yet,
And you may not feel it yet,
But life plants a seed.
And soon afterward,
Something stirs.
Through the loss,
Through the change,
Through all the tears that fell on crumbled ruin,
Hope quietly stretches outward,
And life emerges.
In the bleakest moments,
It's hard to remember that roots can only grow in the darkness,
In places that can't be seen.
And life remembers how to take what is given,
Fear,
Grief,
Loss,
And turn it into something bright,
Into something colorful and living.
Your life is shaped the same way.
Every moment of doubt,
Every moment of overwhelm or fear.
Every moment you keep going,
Life is planting something in you.
Not because you were meant to suffer,
Not because something went wrong,
But because growth often begins in the very places that feel undone.
And when you begin to see your life this way,
Something subtle shifts.
You stop bracing.
You stop resisting.
You stop standing apart.
You begin to recognize the purpose of the turbulence.
You recognize that these moments,
The difficult ones,
The uncertain ones,
Are not meant to They are meant to bring you back.
Back to what matters.
Back to one another.
Back to that simple truth we forget in easier times.
Storms have a way of stripping us down to what is shared.
They quiet the noise.
They loosen old stories.
They remind us that beneath everything,
We are standing on the same ground.
We learn that we are not here to merely survive.
We are here to experience the fullness of life.
Not the perfected version,
But the living one.
The one that bends.
The one that changes.
The one that keeps moving even when the path is unclear.
Because what grows after the storm is not just life renewed.
It's a life reconnected.
Until next time.
