In
the Tempest
“All
tempest has,
like a
navel,
a hole in
the middle,
through
which
a gull can
fly,
in
silence.”
Anonymous
14th Century Japanese
This
has been a particularly violent tornado season in the Mid-West. Every
night on the news, we see another devastated family picking through
the rubble of their demolished home. There is a universal theme in
what they say, “We've lost everything, but we're grateful to be
alive; no one was hurt.” Then, they go back to picking up the few
things they find that are still in one piece.
There
is an especially cogent lesson in what these people say. They've lost
everything and what they feel is gratitude to be alive.
Clearly, it is not what we possess that gives us a happy heart. It is
life—it is the gift of another day. Once the storm has passed, even
if all material possessions are lost, we have life, and therefore, we
have hope.
In
the poem, a lone gull flies through the eye of the storm in silence.
In the middle of a tempest, regardless of what that storm is in our
lives, there is peace to be found in the middle of it, and life to be
lived once it has passed. We find that place of peace by the practice
of gratitude.
In
the Spirit,
Jane
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