A Great Clap of Thunder

What is it about a great clap of thunder that resonates so deeply within my soul? That puts a genuine smile on my face while I am, at the same time, deathly afraid.

When I hear the rumble of the storm, feel the vibration in my bones, taste the charge in the air, there’s a sharp, almost painful feeling of being tiny, of being so very vulnerable, of standing in the shadow of something so much bigger. Yet that feeling doesn’t swallow me whole, it makes me feel, suddenly, more alive. It’s like I’m at the very edge of something ancient, something wild, something infinite, and in that space between smallness and wonder, I can sense something fragile, and beautiful. The pulse of the fleeting power of now.